Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Frozen facade

What do you see in me? Why do you stare so longingly at this frozen moment?

I am resting. I have traveled many miles to reach this instant. This ordinary moment. Which no one has noticed but you. But I do not think you see it for what it is. For what lies beneath. For what flows beneath. You do not see me because I am just a blur in the background. I am the background. You see me only in the circumstance that I have trapped myself into.

There is a crack where I am held together. Even you have not noticed it. Just a small, tiny, little crack on the surface. It is tearing at the seam, threatening to burst the vein of my salvation open. And mark the end of this endless solitude.

But it won’t. It is held together by the anguish of my forlorn individuality. Which no one sees, but me.

No, not even you.


46 comments:

thoughts said...

have always felt that unless and until u want someone to see the real u, no one will ever be able to do so !!! not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad!

Anonymous said...

Beautifully written... as always..

//And mark the end of this endless solitude.

WOW!!!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful :-) and the Feel Comes in the Words

Anonymous said...

Individuality is always lonely.. isn't it supposed to be like that?

diana christine said...

i love this. a crack where i am held together. i have been dismissive of my own cracks, regretting them or being embarrassed by them. but you show me now these are my glory, my holding together...

Casablanca said...

You do not see me because I am just a blur in the background. I am the background.

Beautiful. Just beautiful.

xyz said...

"What do you see in me? Why do you stare so longingly at this frozen moment?"

Could the answer be: because it is the 'mirror of her choice'?

you write well. i am just a second or third timer here though. do you do more substantial stuff? fiction? short stories perhaps?

Pecos Blue said...

Let them in. Life is too short and don't let the chance pass by because they cannot see it--help them to see it.

The Wandering Hermit said...

all it needs is a stray thread to unravel the inner self... the world keeps on pulling on it till the whole tapestry so carefully and painstakingly weaved comes apart at its seam..

very well written
cheers
z

mermaid said...

The way that you describe any given circumstance: what we see, what's really there, what lies beneath the moment, is a phenomenal layer of art, August.

chaos said...

self evaluation...huh!
nicely put across...

m.fletcher said...

You take us into closeness, but push away at the last moment into mystery, leaving the reader to want, but waiting until the next time.

Prerona said...

should it bother one, the fact that no one sees the anguish? do we desperately look for this cloak of invisibilty yet suffer by it? do you know why? i have wondered

AquaM said...

Bin ages since I last heard from u. Even after a decade, one may nevcer understand another completely...

Anonymous said...

Why does this sound so familiar...?

J said...

I hate the fact that I can't say 'freeze' when i want to.
Rather, it doesn't work the way I want to. Because, the times when I want time to stop disappear in a blink and the times I dread linger.

Blue Athena said...

I like the playing of the opposites against the other.

Miss A said...

Fabulous, this one made my heart ache a bit.

Anonymous said...

Absolutely beautiful. Treasures are difficult to find. :)

Brood Mode said...

"You do not see me because I am just a blur in the background. I am the background."

beauty!! beauty!!

R said...

You just know how to play with words with ease and elan.

Anonymous said...

very beautiful again...

tussand said...

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Dreamy Eyed Gal said...

wow...a bit intriguing actually...its totally upon us u know to let others know the real person that we r...wonderful work!!!

iamnasra said...

Hi there sorry it took me so long. i do not think I have done u justice in this tribute of your work but I hope you will take a time to visit the blog

L I P

Anonymous said...

pretty clever, associating yourself with august. When do we see the book?

Anonymous said...

sorry, my last comment sounded mean. It was intended as a compliment

... said...

This shows a wonderful, delicate balance of individuality. It can hurt to show too much, but it can also hurt to show too little. You expressed it wonderfully.

Lorena said...
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Lorena said...

you are the King of Moments ofr ordinary moments. i love reading your posts. "i am the background" such a strong statement. this whole piece, with so much emotion radiating from it. that is why i love it.

so when are you going to publish??
btw, congrats on the tribute at LIP :)

keed said...

intense.

another illusion said...

Just a small, tiny, little crack on the surface. It is tearing at the seam, threatening to burst the vein of my salvation open. And mark the end of this endless solitude.

very beautiful indeed.

Blueprincesa said...

gorgeous. Nice to see some really good poetry in blogworld.

Anonymous Poet said...

I love the way you capture this subtle little moment.

There is a crack where I am held together. Even you have not noticed it. Just a small, tiny, little crack on the surface. It is tearing at the seam, threatening to burst the vein of my salvation open. And mark the end of this endless solitude.

You have a great talent for capturing the profundity of the "small" moments of life.

camera shy said...

love your site

very pleasing
visually

the work
is as well

i will
return

{illyria} said...

i look and am lost.

diosaperdida said...

I like this very much. Soryy..I know I am the worst commenter ever.You are deserving of much more.

Anonymous said...

And i understand the stiffled pain of individuality,that stymies the full bloom.A bare thread,too strong sometimes but still melting in the blizzard of that inner peaceful numb!

HutumpaNcha said...

love your posts.
Read this earlier...and am reading it again

it however feels even more surreal now, now that I am drunk, beautifully, wonderfully drunk....lost in the blur of the moment, trapped yet free to be trapped again

Blue said...

Beauty in the breakdown.

It's a gift, seeing life like this. The detail. Often overlooked as being the ordinary geography of the everyday life.

G.

Prmod Bafna said...

Beautiful with oodles of conviction! Great write!

aminura ytrobarkahc said...

BOY O BOY,
i never thought any one one was a greater afficionado of august aka ogu than me until i came across this blog. great,sir, ur posts.
i wonder if if u ever attempted to see the difference between lonliness and solitude-it is the latter that helps one discover individuality, the former merly helps in self -pity.dont u agree,sir?

Isra-el Ibe said...

Man, as you may be used to that now, your writing is GREATTTTTTTT! well written with wit . So beautiful to "flick through". That's Genius!
keep on writing!
Be infinitely blessed !

Sue hardy-Dawson said...

To look beond and see another as they see them selves, we can only catch an essence perhaps

Cori said...

*sigh*
lovely as always.

atomicvelvetsigh said...

heartbreaking.. and pure.
left me speechless..