the unsaid

so much more can be successfully conveyed by not saying anything
this makes a blog obsolete.......
odd how reluctant we are to call the 'new' obsolete....
possibly because each time some new gizmo is dangled in front of our hungry eyes......we make frantic gestures and hope that this new thing would finally give us some feeling of completeness....for now most of us have realized that we are indeed hollow...hollow from following another hollow individual......
even indivduality is in fashion....so we try desperately to run away.....trying to become that rebel that might give us a glimpse of that forbidden freedom....we end up confused.......perhaps i should use a more impressive word instead of 'confused'....but considering how messed up we are its best to leave some things uncomplicated.....we're kind of like those dogs who chase their own tail.....
we are chasing a fantasy....each individual fantasy that is strangely and eerily similar in ambition.....so now each step forward is to fill that void of deep misunderstood longing....

thoughts ramble on directionless and abandoned
poetry seems like more intellectual vomit.....
or contradictorily a desperate attempt at demystifying the everyday but not the 'normal'....
we lead exceptional lives and few of us realize that....
the road ahead is a jumbled mass of tangled vines which curve slyly to trip the fool that hides somwhere in all of us.....

insanity beckons me.....
its long fingers tantalisingly close....
leading me to definite darkness and then blessed clarity.....
release from questions.....where Faustus wanted to know all.......
some of us desire simply curling up in some remote corner of the undiscovered world or in the very least demanding a 'pensieve'.....

when the past and present exist simultaneously
when idealism bumps into cynicism
when ideas arrange themselves into a complicated ball
when hope and mean spirit join hands
when compassion and realism dance together
when individual experiences are translated into lifes lessons
strung together in one delicate thread....
they make the unsaid and the completely understood

PS-another attempt through free verse poetry to define myself....i sigh and join the millions before me who have tried to do just that....