Thursday, May 19, 2005

Spindle of Reminiscence

She wasn't one with an enthralling visage or a callipygian rondure.
She remained sportive when it came to performing some loony kooked up act of imbecility. I knew her well, for she was a present day manifestation of my juvenile self in yester-years. She touched a psyche that remains queer and freaky even now. What was it that made her singularly exotic?
I can't say...
Maybe if I hadn't hung onto the presumption that she would forever be lurking around to advocate our crude but hilarious wit. Maybe if she was not so good.
She could have been a recluse who refused to fraternise with the crowd, but she was there...irrespective of her constant cognitive torture. She was there to be the subject of a never-ending comedy central.
I felt her presence like a child's, who would remain like a bad habit for time immortal.
Her proposal instructed a pallid refusal. Why was I not consenting? That's another story.
But now she leaves, leaving behind an even bigger void that would probably never be absolute.
She leaves now, to soar higher than distinguished eminents. She goes to attain that, what she never would acheive while out here.
She reaches out for solace...for it is her only guardian

3 comments:

Jugular Bean said...

Awwwww! It's ok da, she'll be back from time to time, I guess!

The Pacemaker said...

You shaaaaaaaaap. Its not what it seems.

Jugular Bean said...

Yeah?