Marijuana
keonaa
Did I walk to you that time? May be I was dazed enough to believe that it was you. I still remember in bits and parts. I was wasted enough to see our shapeless bodies move and mingle somewhere else. We went out and came in again. The words didn't match the actions, the thoughts didn't either.  You were stronger than me, the lines more defined. I know you liked the fact that I was weightless that time, easy to carry.
"Take me away," I said.

Smoke
keonaa
The night light and the cigarette smoke are like two dreams woven together, so beautiful yet so lonely.

Friends Only
keonaa



It was never my intention or rather I was never for it. 
But then it will be like this for some time, till I find my way out. Yes, I am still figuring out.

In the mean time, please feel free to knock, bang my arbit doors (i know it is a pain but it will be entirely your choice and ofcourse mine).

What Kind Of A Person
keonaa

 
"What kind of a person are you," I heard them say to me.
I'm a person with a complex plumbing of the soul,
Sophisticated instruments of feeling and a system
Of controlled memory at the end of the twentieth century,
But with an old body from ancient times
And with a God even older than my body.
I'm a person for the surface of the earth.
Low places, caves and wells
Frighten me. Mountain peaks
And tall buildings scare me.
I'm not like an inserted fork,
Not a cutting knife, not a stuck spoon.

I'm not flat and sly
Like a spatula creeping up from below.
At most I am a heavy and clumsy pestle
Mashing good and bad together
For a little taste
And a little fragrance.

Arrows do not direct me. I conduct
My business carefully and quietly
Like a long will that began to be written
The moment I was born.

s Now I stand at the side of the street
Weary, leaning on a parking meter.
I can stand here for nothing, free.

I'm not a car, I'm a person,
A man-god, a god-man
Whose days are numbered. Hallelujah.
~Yehuda Amichai
Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav



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keonaa
This has got to die
This has got to stop
This has got to lie down
With someone else on top

You can keep me pinned
It's easier to tease
But you can't paint an elephant
Quite as good as she

And she may cry like a baby
And she may drive me Crazy
'Cause I am lately lonely

So why'd you have to lie?
I take it I'm your crutch
The pillow in your pillow case
Is easier to touch

And when you think you've sinned
Do you fall upon your knees?
Or do you sit within your picture?
Do you still forget the breeze?

And she may rise, if I sing you down
And she may wisely cling to the ground
Cause I am lately horny
So why would she take me horny?

What's the point of this song? Or even singing?
You've already gone, why am I clinging?
Well I could throw it out, and I could live without
And I could do it all for you
I could be strong
Tell me if you want me to lie
'Cause this has got to die

I said, this has got to stop
This has got to lie down, down
With someone else on top

You can both keep me pinned
'Cause it's easier to tease
But you can't make me happy
Quite as good as me

Well you know that's a lie

~Elephant (Damien Rice)

(no subject)
keonaa
Well I'll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that's not unusual
It's just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I'd known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin's eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the midwest
~ Joan Baez

(no subject)
keonaa
She was gone, I heard last of her searching for something  in the Forest.
yesterday night, the phone rang informing me that she is missing.
it seems a Bear has taken her away this time.
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(no subject)
keonaa
Night Awake Dream Fall Past Melted tears
hopingtogetchokedsomedaysothatthesunneverrisestosetagain

The Wild Man
keonaa
Crocodile Hunter was one of my favourite show, I loved watching Steve Irwin as he made us believe that wildlife was so much fun, and worth making a career. Kudos to him and his contributions.
...Crocodile guy, I will miss you lots.

Sleepless Sounds
keonaa
I love the sound of Azhaan.. man..it haunts me..

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