Idling on neutral, over dinner, they spoke about how surprisingly green the city was, burning a pirated version of the omkara soundtrack, HR rules in software behemoths, café coffee day vs barista, the sex and the city storyline, when the rain had started, whether it had really flooded or not, the meaning of the word ‘eschatological‘… while their hope of salvation, their dream, their glue, their potential future, their reason why: their 3-month-old baby, lay on the table in between them: motionless, asphyxiated, dead: reduced to meat.
posted by goldfluke @ 9:48 AM
21 Comments:
so much to tell you. but it all seems to personal for this space. so all i'm saying is sometimes no matter how much you try nothing can revive or even bring to life what is already so uncertain. so well, i'm just hoping that all the love i have for you reaches you. and you feel good soon enough.
don't know what to say?
Wonder whether there is more than meets the eye.
me senses, that your quest for peace has not even begun.
hope u find a constant for ur life.
If the baby died a natural death-destiny had planned it such.
If it was a victim of mercy killing- God give strength to the doer.
what is going on? what has happened to you? what makes you write such irreverance? you have dried up. and you are empty. you need a refill. You need to find a way to get it. Else you won;t survive yourself. You are scary. very very scary. runaway everyone. far far away. before he affects your brain with a depressing wash.
overreacting!
so is the blog!!
ki holo ta ki....dark....very dark...get some love my friend...I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT YOU HAVE LOADS WAITING...GET IT MAN....GRAB IT....
Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don't care,
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she'd have to come up soon for air.
Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if you'll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.
She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed
She comes skimmin' through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don't come and I don't follow, waits backstage while I sing to you.
Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love for spring, fall and winter. She can make happy any man alive.
Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me.
She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes
indeed.
Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying, when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander
'round.
Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshin
Helplessly hoping
Her harlequin hovers nearby
Awaiting a word
Gasping at glimpses
Of gentle true spirit
He runs, wishing he could fly
Only to trip at the sound of good-bye
Wordlessly watching
He waits by the window
And wonders
At the empty place inside
Heartlessly helping himself to her bad dreams
He worries
Did he hear a good-bye? Or even hello?
They are one person
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
Stand by the stairway
You'll see something
Certain to tell you confusion has its cost
Love isn't lying
It's loose in a lady who lingers
Saying she is lost
And choking on hello
They are one person
They are two alone
They are three together
They are for each other
anon :: write me write me all u thinking, am a great reader :) thanks for the thot. btw am good.
anon :: since u prefer the dark, i dunno what the basis on whch u make judgments about my quest for peace are. about constant for my life, i have found one :)
justme :: galaa ghoth diya bacchae ka, saale ne :)
freud gasps :: save yourself. the rest of the world will live with or with your fear. and if these words have the power to provoke such a reaction, i am truely fortunate: thank you. :)
anon, anon :: its just some thots expressed in words: am i over reacting or are you?
anon :: kichu hoy ni baap, at least chinta korar moton kichu noy: ekta dinner chilo, kichu converasation aar maathar moddhae ekta chobi : tai niyea etoh taani taani hobey, aami ki kore jaanbo?
anon :: thank you for the lyrics and the thot in them : do u think you shld give credit to the band or at least the name of the song?
anon :: helplessly hoping : crosby stills nash & young. one of my fav songs to stare into the sky with. thank you. :)
made no judgements whatsoever....just been dropping by once in a while to understand (maybe wrong) that its love that you may need.
good to hear that you have found that one constant.
Sometimes the conversation between you and I gets so much importance that even death becomes inconsequential.
Maybe this conversation is to cover the death of the child they just killed.Repressed thoughts often take the shape of words that don't mean anything.
Escapism, also...
Why is the writing so morbid????
Sugar magnolia
we can give birth to another baby you know and give it all we have
only if you say yes, just once
anon :: peace dude :) do keep visiting
anon :: true, not wanting to take responsibility can sometimes lead to entertaining evenings. dunno why the writing is so morbid, no idea whatsoever.
anon :: thank you :)
anon :: yes, yes, yes...
nice range of reactions you have got here... from getting scared to accusing you of overreacting to declaring their undying love for you...interesting...
me says just try to remember the good moments and there must be quite a few...trying to do a postmortem and decide who killed the baby n how is not going to change anything, is it... the road is not easy but then nothing is and thats what makes life interesting... all the best... hug...
don't like.
everytime i read this post..
i feel sadder and realise that me too "dont like" it
Sugar Magnolia.Grateful Dead.
nowheregirl :: appreciate your interest in the comments as much as in the writing... ;) and about the advice : blah, blah, bleuh, thanks.
kiki & justme :: me dont like too...
Does it matter how the baby died or who killed the baby?
Its natural enough you know...babies are born and so they must die.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Some may live longer and stronger than others. But the thing is ..die they must.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Will the parents ever forget the baby they gave birth to?
For however short a while their baby may have lived.
But live it did. Love it did.
What comes into this world may pass into another
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
But the love that was will never be forgotten, fondly remembered, chuckled over, sometimes a few tears shed in the dark.
And soon nobody will remember who killed the baby or how the baby died
But that the baby lived and loved
Alive baby will remain...if only in spirit
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