Saturday, May 31, 2008

Longing...

It’s not easy to deal with smiles. A sudden twist of facial muscles, or a moment of indecision, can ruin your citadel in a flash. I close my eyes, and, try to regain composure. Somewhere deep down the valley of lonely stars, faces creep in to the last syllable of recorded time! She was someone very close, or was she not? Memories play snake and ladder with each other !

The cellphone screen shrieks with searing light. How strange has this living been, how terribly fantastic. Someone, from a different corner of this old, old city, has sent me some words. Flowers and ashes do not seem much different within the cavity between each word.

Suzanne, at times, I miss you.....