Pensive
Tearless crying, Mirthless Laughter
Ignorant bliss, All to ponder.
Inaudible shouts, Loud whispers
Thinking anew, Nascent views.
Wired Fences, High jump
Asking Oasis, Unending run.
Castigated Self, Unbounded limits
Climbing walls, Aroused within.
Engulfing misery, Surrounding sorrow
Depressing Past, Promising tomorrow.
Infinite wants, Definite needs
Asking attendance, Demanding heed.
Burgeoning burdens, Stinging expectations
Teasing temptations distracting directions.
Relentless taunts, Emotionless support
Silent crucifixion, Need ropes.
Unknown acquaintances, Known foes
Tidying mess, Long to go.
Questionable answers, Unanswered questions
Seeking sense, Any suggestions?
August 23rd, 2006 at 1:12 pm
I once owned a book by that name: Questionable answers, Unanswered questions.
As has happenned to me many a times, a dear friend borrowed but never returned it
Though, I think everyone alive is seeking sense in the world.And take my word for it, no one has found it.
Those who claim to have found it are lying flat facedly, or are terribly naive.
We continue to seek sense, but whatever sense we seek often needs more sense to be seeken, so it’s a vicious circle, actually.My only suggestion would be not to go paranoid in that circle.
August 23rd, 2006 at 1:13 pm
I request: I would appreciate if you could change my link on the blogroll from my name to my blog title, Crotchets & Quavers.
Just a request, however.If you don’t want to, perfectly fine.
August 23rd, 2006 at 1:47 pm
Haven’t heard about the book.I couldn’t find the book with google, the only results which come with “questionable answers unanswered questions” (*Quotes included) are from this blog. Could you please tell me anything about it such as the author, would love to know more about it and read it. Gaawd, hate that person, for using the same words; quite loved that line. Sadly can’t ‘own’ it now.
August 24th, 2006 at 12:23 pm
Hmmm.Interesting.Even I just tried and couldn’t find it on google.
But actually that’s quite possible, as this was quite an old book, of my father’s.The author’s name was most probably Rasul Ivanovic.He was a damn good russian philosopher.
August 24th, 2006 at 12:27 pm
Ok.Will try to look it up at some library. And most Russian writers/philosophers are damn good, but a bit depressing I feel.