A pause in our conversation,
You look into my eyes
You don't see much,
You look for traces of concern,
You don't really find much,
My eyes, do they look blank?
The supposed windows to my heart,
are open, yet inadvertently shut.
For my eyes have drawn a screen so sheer,
impenetrable by your piercing gaze;
My thoughts, they zoom past the moment,
they go into recursive loops in a maze,
fall back upon themselves,
tie knots and tangles,
and then open up again...
You're still looking,
I can see you are...
Yet I endlessly spin a warped web of thoughts...
Not of introspection or self assessment,
Only an absurd chain reaction that starts so easily,
Perhaps it was the last word you said,
Or the pattern of the froth in my coffee,
They fill my mind with associations
which often even I dont understand.
Just random inconsequential images,
but colourful and abstract.
The eyes can't help but doodle thoughts in the head
Tedious, annoying, often incomprehensible scribbles.
And finally you give up and sip your coffee...
And so do I...
And resume conversation.
You look into my eyes
You don't see much,
You look for traces of concern,
You don't really find much,
My eyes, do they look blank?
The supposed windows to my heart,
are open, yet inadvertently shut.
For my eyes have drawn a screen so sheer,
impenetrable by your piercing gaze;
My thoughts, they zoom past the moment,
they go into recursive loops in a maze,
fall back upon themselves,
tie knots and tangles,
and then open up again...
You're still looking,
I can see you are...
Yet I endlessly spin a warped web of thoughts...
Not of introspection or self assessment,
Only an absurd chain reaction that starts so easily,
Perhaps it was the last word you said,
Or the pattern of the froth in my coffee,
They fill my mind with associations
which often even I dont understand.
Just random inconsequential images,
but colourful and abstract.
The eyes can't help but doodle thoughts in the head
Tedious, annoying, often incomprehensible scribbles.
And finally you give up and sip your coffee...
And so do I...
And resume conversation.
11 comments:
Did this happen while talking to gael? Highly possible! :D
Really nice one! Suzaan..Im ur big 'faen' :P
This is very nice :) Flows really well. Good job!
very nicely written... :) so much detail... poured ur heart out in a mug of coffee :P
@binny, ya it also happen while taking to gael, except that i actually doodle then :P thaenks!
@angika and sagan, thank u :)
How do you manage to write/express so well, Suzy? I loved this one, just like others.
And i hope you were not this lost and actually listening to me when we were (or I was)talking that day at 'Theo'... :)
@shaz, u know, even when am "lost" i still can be attentive, sometimes more so... :)
ok so everyone's calling u Suzy...and so shall i.
i love the first sample of what can be relatively termed as "mush poetry" by you.
Dat ws realy nice..loved n cud strangely connct 2 d lines..
an absurd chain reaction that starts so easily,
Perhaps it was the last word you said,
Or the pattern of the froth in my coffee,
They fill my mind with associations
which often even I dont understand.
for once i saw introspection nd self assessment used together bt the difference in them brought out so well...
I like How a cliche coffee conversation is made into something with a greater relevance.
Loving the Image..
:)
I agree with Reema..
a poignant composition.. I loved it. :)
yo Sujaan,
nice work there man..I loved the end though where she lets it go and sips her coffee.and so do u..says a lot to one if u sit and think abt it..or am I thinking too much?? hmmmm
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