beginning of an end . . .

how is it going to be this time?!!!
will you come in silently and retreat with a roar...
will it end ... then ....
in a whimper or a whisper . . .

you always play with your waves....
you liar....

indifference. . .

Do I change ... I am not sure. . .

I do not miss anything...

not my house....

nor  my room

(which is not mine anymore)

But , maybe, at times. ..

The slice of sky outside my window.

I think things do change

But is it me?

Am I indifferent to change?

If you love it. . .

 or if you hate it . . .

you are at any rate making it a part of you!

Is it safe, really?

Being indifferent?!!!

I still do see a slice too. . .

But which window is this?

like a painting.....

like a painting....

waiting to be drawn....

words fail me again......


those cunning lot!!!!


slipping away at the crucial moment .....

i choose to remain. . .

old me and the changing city. .. . ..

 white is suddenly the new red!!!!!!


 what is it to me. . . .

 it is no more a part of me

but do i care???????????????/





i think in this world being colour blind



is the best option out?????

the road to perdition??????

clinging to . . .

we live...
we need to live
we need reasons to live
we cling to things to live....
we live to say we live....
we live clinging onto to the process...

of clinging onto living. . . .