Just a nought, a cipher, that’s all I am!


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , , , , , on Thursday, January 31, 2008

Time runs faster here.
I know 'coz I'm always late.
There's always something to do
And yet I find time to miss you.

Days are longer here
I know 'coz night never falls.
Dinner's usually at midnight
But to me it's always twilight.

Jewellery, even of the minorest sorts,
I know no one here adorns.
Often yet I hears those sounds.
Bangles clinking. Anklets tinkling.

I don't have many friends here.
I know 'coz I never feel alone.
Still I long for that special warmth
A feeling of heart and past, it is now.

It's only the beginning of "here".
And I know 'coz I'm not tired.
The journey alone is, sure not much fun
But I have to reach the destination.


Published by Sanket Rathod under , , on Saturday, January 26, 2008

Pound, bang, slam, wham!
Not on the stereo, the music's in my head.
The world is spinning, or is it me?
I don't know and I don't care.

Everything stirs, blurs, whirrs!
Am I drugged or plain addicted
To this nonsense self-sufficient identity
That I think only I possess?

Try, smile, sigh, why?
You dunno how hard it is to decide.
Better to go into this lonely trance
And pretend to be on high.



ci•pher (also cy•pher) /ˈsī-fər/ noun
1 a secret way of writing, especially one in which a set of letters or symbols is used to represent others 
2 a code: a message in cipher 
3 (formal, disapproving) a person or thing of no importance. 
4 (BrE) the first letters of sb’s name combined in a design and used to mark things.
— Middle English cifre, from Old French, from Medieval Latin cifra, from Arabic ṣifr, from ṣafira, to be empty, translation of Sanskrit śūnyam.

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I am...
...who I am.



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