Broken fragments all.
Distorted echoes. 
We ricochet. 
and Dissolve.
We search for space.
Like passengers after kurla station.
and sometimes it all comes together.

In the jigsaw of transit


About teevramadhyam

'I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity' -Poe
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4 Responses to limbo

  1. amu says:

    I don’t know why, but Kural station seems very out of place in this one 😛

    • i know. it might seem out of place. but without it it wouldn’t be true. because that is where the thoughts came from, in the first place. 🙂

      • amu says:

        yeah, honesty is usually an admirable quality, but I’m beginning to understand how one must abandon the ego as well to make good art. not saying i’m there yet (far from it), just beginning to consider the implications of that point of view. Comes from Mr. Banville himself, actually. He said in an interview that when people come up to him saying “I want to write I feel like I have so much to express” he replies “Get rid of that idea, people don’t care about you or what you have to say, they care about the object you will be crafting.”

  2. hmmm I’m not sure about that re. honesty in poetry is a debatable premise. but still I’m not sure one must write entirely keeping the craft in mind. or the audience. too impersonal then. detachment is different from dislodging oneself from one’s work at the altar of craft. that would be dishonest.

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