Monday, December 25, 2006

Peccadillo

This city intoxicates me.

Its walls wrap me up in their poisonous embrace, pushing me in deeper. She indulges my memories of sins long forgotten.

I am in a part of this city I have never been in before. Yet its familiarity grasps me. It isn’t the people. Not even the smell. It is just a feeling. A feeling from years ago, bringing back departed encounters. Like bumping into what should be a ghost that should not be.

Bodies brush past me. A skirmish just to keep heading in one direction. On one path. But there is no one path in this city. It is a series of mazes interlocked and intertwined in each other. Feeding of each others complexities to create this cacophony of crazy confusion.

Today, I try to disguise myself in this return to her lair. I try to get lost in the labyrinths of her being. To not be recognized and to not remember. But something pulls me back to her. Even though it shouldn’t.

Something in her intoxicates me and pushes me deeper.

The answer eludes me. The question is why.


37 comments:

feminine expressions said...

perhaps
falling all the way in
is the only way out...

mermaid said...

The fantasy, the living breathing being that seduces you is yourself, and us, too.

{illyria} said...

ah, the electric charge of mystery.

happy christmas, stranger. :)

iamnasra said...

Im glad you are back..Happy New Year..Hope to see u in a new energy

{illyria} said...

happy new year's!

mildly pervious said...

familiarity breeds contempt,for her and me... so i loose myself, out of her sight; but the lure of old, shunned memories resurfacing, pulls me closer,the euphoria coaxing me to let go, just this once....

Prerona said...

great - as usual :)
happy new year!

wandering dervish said...

and about time, a! happy new year, btw.

this post somehow reminds me of the first few lines from the script of the film Crash.

It's the sense of touch.

What?

Any real city, you walk, you know?

You brush past people.
People bump into you.
In L.A., nobody touches you.
We're always behind this metal and glass.

I think we miss that touch so much that we crash into each other just so we can feel something.

gulnaz said...

recognition is not always by name and sometimes its at a level too primal and that is why some strangers become freinds.

happy new yearrrrr

With Hammer And Tong...The LetterShaper said...

As a poet, and an avid reader, I have to say that I very much enjoyed my leisurely stroll through your blog...it was time well spent; enriching and enlightening. I thank you...

iamnasra said...

Its nice to see you here but pls continue bringing your poetic water into our river

Anonymous said...

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Nasra

paddy said...

its all the maya of life ... haha

paddy said...

btw why did you use this title for the post .

Pecos Blue said...

The maya of life maybe or the familiarity to something you dont know but you can feel...

Anonymous said...

isnt it time u ventured out again? hunting for glory?

Gnoc said...

不错的文章,我喜欢,我会经常来的。
I like your blog.

Anonymous said...

well..

havent u quite found out...i mean about the whatever thing that was eluding u ?????

atomicvelvetsigh said...

how are u? i see that you have been posting once a month as of the latest.. haven't visited for a while.. hope everything's fine..

Anonymous said...

You are in my thoughts ..hope all is well

Nasra

Paul said...

Very evocative.

Aradhita said...

The answer is within you, the question is for everyone else.

suraksha said...

your write beautifully :) and this is a lovely, lovely blog.

Anonymous said...

shut up u faker...

shut the fuck up...

KUNTAL said...

very few people have the heart to write on... and on... and on... and let you realize from inside...

Nice meeting you!!

Puglet said...

I am worried you are gone and would like you to come back.

Lorena said...

where are you?? we miss your writing. hope you are doing well wherever you are :)

Anonymous said...

read your blog..from head to the toe...what struck me the most was..."release ur inhibitions"
thanx!!!

disillussioned_me said...

Nice blog. It makes me want to go for a stroll..lolz. Update soon tho.

De.vile said...

I wonder what is our obsession with the city we are born in. All my life I have passed in and out of this place by trains and never understood why I wanted to go back right away. The fascination and the words of appreciation never seem to stop.

I see the last update is December 25. Do you still write?

Mag said...

that was well written, stirs up the wanderlust a little it does

Anonymous said...

The bell rings no more. I am now starting over at http://wordsmovepeople.wordpress.com/

I'm glad I found your work again.

Anonymous said...

"monkey"

we love the monkey.do u ?

iamnasra said...

Its been awhile ..I hope you are well

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aliasToriHalle said...

I identify with this blog. I feel the same at times. I feel like I learned about you while reading your blog, but I also feel as if it reflected my life. Thank you.