| khimu |
Posted
on 09-Jun-03 08:21 PM
Millbrook 2003
Maan ko kura kasle bhanna sakchha ra!
yo sano chhoto jindagi ma kati dukh sahinchha ra kati khusiyali ko marma-ma ramauchhau.
I can make a love with my word. I it's as if my quills is broken, as if the organ of my imagination haas dried up, as ifthe proud towers of my genius has collapsed.
Nothing comes.
Its like trying to pick a clock with a wet herring. And adventure and love... love loveall.
No, not the artful postures of love, but love that overthrows life.Unbiddalbe, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart, nothing to be done, come ruin or raptures.
Everything i do, i feel like i did in my before life. We had a guest last weekned, there was such a sweet lady, oh, my lord wish i could have her rest of my life. She was from city she came with her parents and two younger sis. I do not know what happen to me i just feel like (sighs).........i know her long time but that was my first time to see her. I couldn't shut up to my mouth to ask her age, anyway i did asked her age she was 17, almost 18!
Saturday night we had party so She she went upstairs to change her party dress, after half an hour she was coming down, oh, guss! my heart pupming so hard i feel so deep inside. Silky white tang top, blue low cut jean, curly hair still lil wet,If i could see with her beauty of her eyes, I was born to lookin them and know myself, her lips,: The early morning Rose would whither on the branch if it could feel envy.
It was almost 7:00pm. Let it be night. "But soft, what light through younder window breaks,? It is my lady oh, it is my love! " oh that she knew she were! the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars........ as daylight doth a lamp.Her eyes in heaven would through the airy region... stream so bright.That birds would sing and thing it were not night.
"Good night"
Being in a night, all tihs is but a dream.Parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say good night till it be morrow.
This is not life.
This is stolen season.
I couldn't sleep that night, like a sickness and its cure together like rain and sun, like cold and hot, keep thinking all her beauty. Next day (Sunday) was her last day. She was packing her stuff. Around 2:00pm she was about to leave my heart was burning deep inside but i couldn't say anything. She was outside by her pops car i was watching her from the kitchen window. She look around but she didn't see me outside i feel so bad. Before her pop drive away i just take couple a step out of the door she gave me a smile i just keeping looking her i didn't say goodbye. We just keep looking each other her pop drive away she is gone just like sunset goes down.
I almost cried. I can't go inside the house i took the "Gator" and drive away for a while and i stop the Gator and yelled very loud "Stop" there were some birds on the fild they fly away. I said i am sorry guys to bird. I do not know why i feel like that about her.
I came back home. I went to my room i had nothing to do so i grab the book called "A Portrait of the artist as a Young Man" just for to feel good i just keep reading but i can't stop to thinking about her.
I turned on TV after that i do not knkow what happen. I heard Spurs won, i was very happy then
wishing to see her again in my life
jindagi sano chhoto chha tara pani byatha purna chha
peace of mind
khimu
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