Let lips sieve its
meanings. Let it
speak in evasions.
Let words recede
without intent.
Let not think. Let
not know. Let not
touch or touch. Let
not await or accede.
Let no quarter for
sorrow. Let this
level incompletion
be. Let this uneasy
contentment be.
About Me
- madhavan
- Lately, for some inexplicable reason, I find a ferocious energy coursing through me. Words, which I looked on in apprehension, have become prolific and inviting. However, this has led to me breaking the peace of long lost acquaintances with 1000 word emails on all kinds of idiocy. Some have taken the wise recourse of blocking me from their mails and mobiles, others have politely written back with 'unsubscribe' in subject line. Though extremely thickskinned, obtuse and persistent, I finally had to swallow the message when there was nary a soul left to hear my rantings worth-their-weight-in-gold-platings. And so, on a wicked Monday afternoon, when housewives slept and children returned from school, this blog came into being... It must be immediately apparent to you that by being here, you are in the process of a monumental waste of time but please leave your comments. Say something nice and I will buy you a chocolate. Say something nasty and I will wonder how come you know me so well