Falling
into the rabbit hole
is the best of all.
Before, there was standing;
Now, there is motion.
There's color, in the dark,
Many colors!
I'm not sure if my eyes are open or not.
Falling
is suspense;
I'm suspended-
no ropes, nope.
No ties.
Just falling,
not knowing,
is the thrill.




© Farhana Jahan

I haven't written poetry in a long, long time. I haven't been inspired to create much in the past year at all, actually. How depressing (although if I were really depressed I would be able to channel that into something remotely artistic, methinks. Though to be honest, this poem may explain my recent funk. Gahh, you can't live with it, you can't live without it, whatever this "it" feeling is). End ramble. Enjoy the poem! Thoughts? Critiques? I'm all ears (and eyeballs).

(My friend's words, not mine).
Amusing, but not the reaction I was hoping for when I announced to her that BOB DYLAN will perform at the Greek Theatre, mere yards away from where I reside. I will be able to hear him LIVE and will probably sneak around back to see if I can catch a glimpse of his epicness through the trees.

On another musical note (teehee), I watched The Furious Few perform on Bancroft/Telegraph today. I could only stay for one song because I was on my way back to my room, but I really liked what I heard. I even talked to the singer for a second, just asking him what the band's name was and if they had a website. I wish I had told him I liked his music. Another one of those lost opportunities and regret soup moments to add to my pantry. Ah well. I hope to see them perform again.