hate me so good

rootless tree
damien rice

what i want from you
is empty your head
they say ‘be true’,-
don’t stain your bed
we do what we need to be free
and it leans on me
like a rootless tree
what i want from us
is empty our minds
we fake a fuss,
and fracture the times
we go blind
when we’ve needed to see
and this leans on me
like a rootless–
so fuck you
and all we’ve been through
i said leave it;
it’s nothing to you
and if you hate me
then hate me so good that you can let me out
let me out of this hell when you’re around

what i want from this
is learn to let go
no, not of you;
of all that’s been told
killers reinvent and believe
and this leans on me
like a rootless–
so fuck you
and all we’ve been through
i said leave it;
it’s nothing to you
and if you hate me
then hate me so good that you can let me out
let me out of this hell when you’re around
let me out
and fuck you, fuck you, i love you
and all we’ve been through
i said leave it;
it’s nothing to you
and if you hate me
then hate me so good that you can let me out
let me out, let me out, let me out
of this hell when you’re around.

~

the thing about blogs is that a lot of people blog for an audience and write things meant for people to read and hence think that they are very clever in sharing their perceptive thoughts and views on things but no, i blog and write all these words for people who will never read them because i don’t know where else they’d go –

well, so fuck you.

at a street crossing / in the midst of dreams;

i walked past you twice today. the first time, i half-raised my hand to wave, but bit my lip before calling out, realising – what would i say? there wasn’t much to say. the second time i passed you by, i made sure to turn away quickly. i hope you didn’t see me either.

i’m done, now.

so, goodbye.

it suddenly struck me in a most poignant manner how this old friend will only stay as an online entity whose personality is entirely encapsulated in strings of Times New Roman (Dark Blue) text, whose voice i’ll probably never hear again,– save for a chance meeting a long time from now; the jolt of recognition while passing each other by, and then, unable to stand against the relentless traffic, we’ll exchange brief well-wishes and say goodbye.

and we hadn’t even met.

Inversely proportional to the distance between them

That which is in an orbit has the most tragic fate:

Trapped, eternally, by an attraction too great for it to escape

Falling constantly towards the center, endlessly accelerating,

Yet never moving any closer.

lol

just dug these out from long ago and decided to leave them somewhere in case i ever lost them.

How we have gone silent

The soft glow becomes piercing
When it is all dark, and the
Comfort of the bed provides no refuge
From the lines of text which
You can so carelessly (callously?) conjure.
I fall into the otherworld of
Dreams, equally troubled by unreality
And awake to the same world
as cold and indifferent as I had left it.
At three in the morning,
Things seem better because
That same uncaring world is silent,
seemingly mild, serene;
Beneath, the street lamps glow
Almost warm and gentle. But we know full well
That being alone and feeling lonely is
so much easier to bear than
The stark loneliness even when you’re not alone.
One does not think, or feel, as much
When the mind is given
No chance to wander, and hence
One must learn to be intrigued by
The passing trees beyond the glass of the train
As well as the clouds, and cars, and the evening rain.

Q15(ai) Show that L1 and L2 are skew lines

The air is dry, still, the only wind
Comes in the form of dust clouds
Trailing reluctantly after wheezing cars.

The bus-stop is empty, save
For the single leaf suspended in a corner
Between rusty beams,
Asleep, in a cobweb that never was
Woven for it, waiting.

A hazy Sunday afternoon whose
Distant treetops have faded into the sky and the skies
Faded into buildings, whose
Coffee has grown cold under an orange tint
Meant to simulate warmth
Is cheerless, lonely.

I thought of you, when the bus turned
Beneath the rails at the exact moment
A train rumbled past overhead, -
I thought you might be in that very train.
Then, we would have been moving
In perpendicular directions in
Different planes,
Shrinking, away from each other, towards

Our own vanishing points

                                an infinity apart

leave me out with the waste

lolrofl fuck, kthxbai.
shit.

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