Thursday, October 04, 2007

monologues on rage

Don't steal my bed,
darling dark recess of my mind.

Don't steal my wit
and leave laughing, leaving me behind.

If i sing you a lullaby
would you cradle me in your arms
and keep me warm?

Or would i see little monsters
all grown fat and big and ravenous
since i was two feet tall?

1 comment:

  1. Coincidence. Just coincidence. Hello kikkercurry. Glad to meet you. I checked your blog. Dutch? Fine. Last month I needed to revers engineer a dutch software. I should have met you one month earlier :)
    Well, I am a Malayali too(obvious). Lives in Keralam itself.