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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

the middle path



It’s cold and you put your hands around me. I brush it away. And wrap my arms around myself. You shrug but say nothing. I can see the wistful look in your eyes. I pretend to not care. In between hours divided for others and other things, this is some time we have together. But am not ready to be happy.
I can be content with more of this. Even nothing of this.
Its this midway that hurts.

19 comments:

Usha Pisharody said...

Ouch! That does hurt. It's the wanting, not wanting, having, yet not ready to have it...!

Tingling post.

The Mind Bedouin said...

i may not have had the same experiences as you.. but it could possibly be because of your style... i so totally understood what you feel... the midway does hurt... a lot...
liked this a lot... esp cos it feels so personal...

vrinda said...

@usha

i guess you have read into mine an interpretation that came in so subtly that i dint even notice that :)

vrinda said...

@the mind bedouin

its nice to have people who understand...and better still if its thru my writing....this means a lot...thank u

Zeinab said...

My goodness! Platitudes! That certainly would make one run for cover! And the photographs! Oh!

Joking apart...you run a considerable risk of shooting yourself in the foot...if you know what I mean.

And who's in the photo? Boy George? I can almost see how you made it up all from the photo...don't ruin an atmosphere (evoking which is your strength) by posting a telltale photo.

And best wishes, as always.

vrinda said...

@Zeinab

I am going to advertise my ignorance here...so i get it that posting photographs is not such a bright idea after all..taken..and anyway searching for photographs is such a pain....but what about the rest? what is this about the cliches that you were talking about? the theme or the diction? please do come back and reply...am seriously staring at blank spaces

Prasanth Aby Thomas said...

When the basic realities or to be more clear 'materialistic realities' strike you, would you still continue to be perplexed? Isn't this pain something that happens on a full stomach? Why don't you step out and let the rain fall on your head?
And, if searching for photographs was such a pain, aren't you only adding more to the ones you already have?

vrinda said...

@ prasanth aby thomas

what i write is my own. whether on a full stomach or a flat stomach. take it or leave it...

and about photograps, buddy no one is forcing u to like them...if u dont like what you read/see here, you are under no compulsion to come back...

Sashu... said...

awwww...pretty much f a pain that is...sigh! liked it... esp the way u went about it :)

Prasanth Aby Thomas said...

What you write is definitely your own, I have not intention of denying that. Criticisms and difference of opinions are natural given the human psyche and anyways, they make the whole matter of art so interesting.
If you are not able to take my comment as a conceptual discussion point, forget it. I don't even know you and I get nothing out of insulting you.
And if I hadn't liked something here,I wouldn't have commented. Normally, I tend to ignore a blog that I don't like.
As for the photographs, I was just quoting your own opinion, about its difficulty.

vrinda said...

@prasanth aby thomas

Its not like i dont take criticism nor is it that am unable to accept them. And i know for certain that once i put up nay piece of mine, good,bad or worse is open to and subject to criticism.
i do get the point of photographs. i'd never experimented with photographs earlier, and this is a recent addition, and its not like i cant do without it. i can. i accept with grace any kind of criticism for tht.
coming to writing, you can comment on my style, the topics, anything, i know you can. but you cant ask me write on something like "basic realities" or "materilaistic world" just because they are truer, beacuse for me what i write is truth, and the kind of things i write are about things i feel, whether om empty stomach or full stomach, these are raindrops on my face. and i cant step out of that.. this is my reality.
and i welcome comments. in anyform, not for the numbers but also for whatever constructivism they give me...

Prasanth Aby Thomas said...

Vrinda,

Reality is much often subjective. And if you notice, I haven't said anything wrong or right about your perceptions or realities. Of course, human nature often tends us to believe what we do is the right thing.
However, I had just posted a few questions which call for a different perspective. I find it interesting that you had become defensive all of a sudden.
You have said that I can comment on styles/topics etc. Whatever I have said just refers to the topic. Also, I never asked you to write about 'basic realities'/'materialistic realities.' Your choice of topic is yours alone. But any topic can be deconstructed. And that's all I have done.
Again, as I said before, if you cant accept this perspective of reality, chill, after all, subjectivity is the variety.

deja_vu said...

ah well it hurts everyone.. and the indecision makes me feel as if everything is just floating.. hanging a thread.. sorta..

Usha Pisharody said...

You have been tagged!!!

Matangi Mawley said...

hmm.. yes.. i ve felt tht.. i could never express it.. not ever!.. :) thnk u!

Usha Pisharody said...

Tagged, again, another one!!

Ammu said...

Vrinda...sometimes i used to choose these midways to move along with someone....!;-)

i really have experienced the hurting and the whims that has given...!

anyway...well written..!:-)

Sashu... said...

You are tagged!!

http://sasha-me.blogspot.com/2009/02/another-random-tag.html

MAN IN PAINTING said...

nice one vrinda
wishes
take care