Introspections V- The Fog

It  seems like the right time to write- I am down with cold and the brain is foggy. Fogginess is somehow conducive of thoughts  that are unclear enough to inspire curiosity- curiosity that makes it worth a dekko!
So that is what is interesting- not knowing what we are looking for, pretending that it is the answer we are interested in when what catches our fancy is the question. And we want to be the one who understands the question..........well this is getting weird....too foggy......to unclear!

When I missed you!

There have been times
of agony and strife
when I missed you
long after you were gone
in the foggy past
I did not realise
the moments of togetherness
were still hidden in the ancient chest
like jewels of unknown value
till the lid burst open
brightening the night
that surrounded me
in those times of agony and strife
when I missed you!

The story of an Abstract Art

you make me believe
 in my abstraction
how you derive meanings
in gestures i am not aware of
a little nuance in my monologue
a storm in my brooding silence
a glee in my sudden irritated outbursts
that makes you smile
love me more


you make me see
the blur in my physical form
the non concreteness of my mind
beyond practical
you call it interesting
to yourself
while i deride my life as mundane
but not my 'self'


you make me hear
the tinkle in my laughter
that never left my lips
the chuckle
still caught in the throat
the sigh
mirroring in my eyes


I am
the abstract painting
on your blank canvas.....




(free for insightful  interpretation
as your strokes give me form
always waiting
to be fathomed!)