My tryst with life!

i sit on the couch, on the Sunday morning...
i have nothing to do, but there are lot of things that needs to be done!

my clothes needs to be washed, my food needs to be cooked, room to be cleaned.
but i do nothing. i just sit in front of the TV... and still got nothing to do.
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I am even scared to close my eyes...
because when i close my eyes....
I remember our brief togetherness, undead moments shared;
a nameless experience, amongst largeness usually-
a void, an odor, dark and languid, the scent of
a passionate body.
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most of all, I remember your lies, which took aim,
had no point, theatrical,
enacted on tiny stage, for a tiddly audience; you & I
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you said you would call, but that call of yours never came.
the brief togetherness we had meant nothing to you. but still
i reminesce over the scent of your body your breath, amongs all..
the beating of your heart....
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being with you was never safe, you tore my heart,
everything so unreal, your smile, your eyes... most of all your talks...
i sat enclosed in the mist of your lies on a rainy day. my clothes all wet and yet my soul so dry.
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smoldering with pain inside and smile on my lips is what i have and everything lost in oblivion
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suddenly the door bell rang, and it was time for me to go back into reality... to watching TV..repeats of F.R.I.E.N.D.S....
i was wandering in the vast jungles of my thoughts, but its better for me to stay where i was....


on my couch!
duh!