Thinking

My head, it was thinkng.

It wasn’t I who was thinking.

I didn’t want to think about anything.

My head, it started thinking about not wanting to think about anything.

I couldn’t find a way to reconcile with my head.

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The Two of Us

Day in day out
staring at your empty face.
Are we married?
Why don’t you leave me?
How reasonable these questions
would have seemed
if we my quiet darling had been
reasonable like those reasonable beings.

Is it love
or is it the time that we have spent together that makes us resemble each other so much?
I don’t know.
As far as I can remember
you have always been there.
There was never a time
when I couldn’t imagine
how you would look like.
It is just that now,
now that we are together
we aren’t supposed to pretend
that we are different anymore.

Joke

Isn’t the existence
a misunderstood joke?

It raises questions like
Why am I?
Who am I?
As if there is something.

Something serious
something mysterious
knowing which
things would start making sense.

Is it really necessary for things to make sense?
Isn’t it possible that all this is merely a joke?

Stupidity

What is there to see?
Is there something?
Anything?
That can cure me of my stupidity?

Things, they seem so full of holes and blemishes.
To know something would mean you haven’t looked closely enough.

Why am I then
still
trying so hard to know?

Will it ever,
this knowing,
fill the emptiness inside me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Silence

Who could have thought that
silence could be so silent?
Who could?

For even thoughts,
they are so loud.
How can they ever convey
something as silent as silence?
How can they?

They always fail.
And so do their expressions.

And at best,
they just give a hope,
of something that exists without them.