WALL.E

It is 4.37 in the ay-em. And I am, uncharacteristically, awake. Part of it has to do with a very fucked up sleep cycle on account of just having been through an extended weekend.

The other, larger part has to do with Wall.E

Yeah. The animated Disney-Pixar film. The one that I've been watching for the last couple of hours (almost). Its funny how a story about robots can leave one awake and pondering about life, love and other mushy bits in the wee hours of the morning!

This one's going to turn into a rant about 'directives'. I know that. I can see it coming. Or, as someone I once knew would've put it- I can feel it in my water. But perhaps that is a post for another time. For after breakfast, maybe. Some things need to be reviewed in the light of a full stomach.

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[Photos courtesy getty and inmagine]

All In My Head

nine to five jobs
feeling dead
not paid enough
it's all in my head

old love
life stopped mid-tread
being shut out
it's all in my head

possibilities
playing hard to get
running around
it's all in my head

it's all in my head

Lovefool

Once bitten
Twice shy
They say.

Only 'they'
Haven't met
A fool
Like me.

A Chronically Cynical Viewpoint

Pretensions
Of happyness
Of love
Chemical highs
Just chemicals
And pretensions

Of being
Of meaning
Pseudo-intellectual illusions
Just illusions
And pretensions

Everyone's leaping
To a programmed death
And pretending
To own
A life

A few lines penned, for a tree that inspired...

A lean-to tree
leaning against
the late evening sky.
A scraggy skeleton
sillhouette
holding up the heavens
in it's fragile
burden-weary arms.

A bustling city
of life.
Ants and beetles and bees
Thrushes and caracals and wrens.
And one solitary
human.
Leaning against the
lean-to.

R A I N . . .

Closeted in the redundant safety
of a concrete shell,
looking out.

I see the curtain descend;
shimmering, iridescent sheet,
each drop blurring into the next.

I watch the grass drink up the elixir;
I watch it glow, with life.

I listen to the sound the roof makes;
pitter-pattering in ecstasy
from the teasing, playing rain.

I think of every single time I've felt rain on my body;
the touch, little rivulets flowing down my face,
drenched clothes clinging, clinging for dear warmth.

I remember the pleasure of being out in the rain
and i know-
even within this concrete shell,
the rain still falls down on me.