Where is the relief?

Relief;
it is not overwhelming. It doesn't hit you like a wave, sweeping you away with its currents.

Instead what it does, is to sneak up behind you and gently pat your shoulder.
So light, it's easy to overlook its presence.
Sometimes, it hides behind a pillar,
observing, scanning, watching
and finally when you least expects,
it spring out like a jack-in-the-box
and says, "hello"

Tonight, it just doesn't appear,
though it is supposed to.

I just wanted to ramble.

my biological alarm clock is all wired up the wrong way round. it's 3 am and surprisingly, i am up. doing the things i hate to do, but i've got to do. the house is dead quiet, everyone's sleeping. i smell the "late night- early dawn" scent. it's haze, i think. then ocassionally a bus drive past the road, otherwise, it's just me and myself.

i like this time of the day, surprisingly again.

i'll let you wreak havoc on my body for another 5 more months, or less.
after it, i'll make you pay back. double the price.

Glasses

people keep telling me to wear my glasses. but they are just two pieces of glass and i cannot see perfectly even with them on. But when your eyes are destroyed. what do you see with?

Cravings./. children

i don't crave for many,
neither do i crave for much.
just one would do.

the sun is hot and the ice-cream is melting!
up comes a boy and he tries to lick it away,
who then stumbles upon a rock,
falling on a little girl,
who loses her balance too,
and the grip of a balloon in her hands,

which flew...

up,up and away!

whee!

The tired heart.

The heart despaired.

It stood alone,
in the cold, clammy night,
at the edge of the city.
With the October monsoon,
hurling raindrops resembling
violent comets.
Earth-bound,
Heart-bound.
Each threatening to destroy.

The heart,
tired from fighting,
laid on the ground.
All exposed;vulnerable.
Bare.

Resistance

She forced herself to fight,
against thoughts that threatened,
against the lump that rose.

Taking solitude in blanks,
directing her thoughts to pen.
With its inexplicable vengeance.

She bit her lips,
tasted metallic,
something foreign,
familar.

Hot angry tears.
Exhausted and melancholic,
she did not attempt,
to resist.