Sereena

IT was revival of the lost world
once dear
when she made her presence
visible through a rift.
"Friend of my bosom you
more than a sister
why where you not born
in my Dad's dwelling"
That was how she described
us near
in those predegree days
where our footsteps were waves
always laughing and wanting to merge
sometimes with the shore
and sometimes within ourselves...

Between lifescapes

geting bored of my style of writing and the content, hence took a break , then thought what was it all about, blogging?? was it about me alone?language, towards a language, the available language evoked protest and deviation, wanted to move towards (what will be)???
It would some kind of language where word important to me will have rich variety, like the words for diagreeing.If there are as many words as there are positions for diagreeying like with love, with dislike, with indifference,with pain, with resistance,etc.
Like if there were expression to communicate the position of "being together" through absence, being together without expecting...with demands.etc.if it is not available it kills communication, u can better be trapped in silence eual to death.
I was shocked by two such silence,at two periods in life.
This two incidence were related to the female friends who was the key to my self, i felt then, both of them lost language and hence lost life with me and so many dear selves.