Die Hard

Die Hard .
- A poem ...

( I had started to write this poem in November of 2004, but somehow it got lost along the way.
Finally the creative juices started to flow and was able to finish it in August 2005.)


Eyes closed, nibble at it , As I
the demons of restlessness plunge
into the dark recesses of my anxious mind .

Slowly , as the cesspool clears up
Vexation gives way to a different sensation
I'm floating in a sea of pellucidity .

My eyes affront yours
Spiteness,outrage and shame
I envisage in them .

The fires of disdain and disgust
burn inside you
Undeterred , I continue .

Borne of a desire to
plunge into relaxation
this refex action of mine.

Wise men say, It happens
A mechanism for quenching
the fire of nervousness

And as I indulge in it,
I can see the disgust
on your face.

While you wish,all along
That I give up this
Apalling habit of mine.


As I persist my nail biting
That olde saying resurfaces
Olde Habits...Die hard.