Not Foucaultlian

Note:I wrote this during disillusionment of November.
But November has gone.The beauty of winter has prevailed and so has love.And I'm staring right into the Sun.Looking to summer time love. :)

But here's the disillusionment of November only because it is important to share.


Fleeting—breath
A blur of our last days
- A standstill in motion.

You ask for another chance.
I want love,unadulterated,
Not another negotiation.

I want the Truth
So I can be free again.
I want the intermittence of Finality.

Your claims,they tire.
But not more than the disappointments
You mount upon us do.
And I don’t feel your fire;
It doesn’t ignite my Self any more.

You ask for another chance
-A second chance
-A third chance
-A fourth chance

Can you play blame
For faith lost and burnt?
You can. Because it’s you.
And today for the first time
I’m not sure if that’s the best I’ve wanted.

You can put it on me if you please
To soothe your indescript soul –
I cannot describe it
For it is a strange thing to me today.
And that is exactly what you are tonight –
A stranger I used to love.

You love me.
But tonight I refuse to believe.
Tonight, I cease in us.

Come close.
Hold me closer still
So that we can’t tell the Difference
Of space between us.


Make love to me now.
So I can have
The intermittence of Finality
- So I can be free.



....Sriya Coomer
November,'07