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In Sanity.

I will forget you,
Burn you from my memory.
Erase every single moment
The laugh,the cry
The words and at times without..
The tears--loving,hurting
Still craving for more.

I will use science
To map ur souvenirs
Inside my brain,
the lobe and the cells.
And I will wipe you out
From there.

I will shed the last tear
Just before.
I will laugh the insane laugh
Just before.
I will forget that part
Where i dwindled between
heaven & hell;
Where I kept floating on the
insoluble emotions & instead.
I will never be desperate again,
I will never walk in the rain
With you and without.

But I know
It will be the same again.
Till the next day I wake up
And realize,
It was another attempt
Went wrong.
Like millions other did,previously.

When will my insanity rest
And conclude
I can not breathe you out
As long as I am breathing in.

Then I will try a next one,
Satisfyingly reassuring me
of its futility.
Oh,no,
Another day....
Oh,yes.
from Inside.


SoUmY@

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Usha Pisharody said…
Well actually...Insanity, for all the reasons it is, is dearer than Sanity, for all the reasons it refutes what it means to lose it....:)

Now i know that sounds insane too, but then I have a feeling that its the sort of insanity that you might understand!

But I know
It will be the same again.
Till the next day I wake up
And realize,
It was another attempt
Went wrong.
Like millions other did,previously.


But this is where it is underscored, the attempts of Sanity, which actually is just another shade isnt it? I love this one, as you know so well!!
April 05, 2008 9:15 PM
Rukhiya said…
I will forget that part
Where i dwindled between
heaven & hell;
Where I kept floating on the
insoluble emotions & instead.
I will never be desperate again,
I will never walk in the rain
With you and without.

But I know
It will be the same again.
Till the next day I wake up
And realize,
It was another attempt
Went wrong.
Like millions other did,previously.

When will my insanity rest
And conclude
I can not breathe you out
As long as I am breathing in.

Then I will try a next one,
Satisfyingly reassuring me
of its futility.
Oh,no,
Another day....
Oh,yes.
from Inside.

I looooove INsanity :)
April 15, 2008 3:38 AM
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