some imagination!!!
I close my eyes and I see myself standing on the edge of a cliff
The lone yellow flower blooming proudly right at the edge inspite of the strong crisp wind.
With the guitar in my hand, I try to sing a song...I have no song to sing
I look around, endless lifeless hillocks surround me.
Not a greenery in sight except for the long slender leaves of the yellow flower..
posted by ripz at 3:41 AM
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No song to sing....Lifeless Hillocks...brings to my mind images of sterelity like "Dry Sterile Thunder without Rain" as T S Eliot put it in "wasteland"....
Perhaps this is a song of our times...
enyoed the read...
keep writing...
@thinley
I've never come across that piece by Eliot..but I guess I wanted to express like him in a crude way.
Eliot is a difficult poet to read...even i havent read much of him...just bits and pieces of him here of there...anyways i dont think that's important as one is expressing oneself in whatever unique way one can...
are u at sikkim? hows everything there?
keep writing
thinley
hmmm..has been quite sometime that I haven't been back home..will be leaving for a few days next week.. :).. and wats your story??
Was at home last november...am waiting for november...like that time of the year...home's best during the first few days...then familiarity sinks in ...the perpetual stife between companionship and solitude...reminds me of a line from Coetzee's Disgrace..."Call no man happy till he is dead".
I agree with you on that..esp that phrase!!!
..with a guitar in my hand riding on my mo-bike, i would climb a steep cliff and ride beyond the edge...guitar intact in my hand ..i would sing...
hey..nice thought.
it would help me if you not prefer being anonymous
@deadheadweed
haha..interesting song.never heard it before
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