Tuesday, 10 February 2015


I wish I were a stone

Unfeeling, inert
Uncaring if the stream 
Of time wore me away
Or broke me

I wish I could learn not to feel
Instead of feeling too much
Caring too much.

A stone does not care
If it's beautiful or ugly.
A stone does not cry
A stone does not grieve
For pasts that were
Presents that are
Or futures that will not be.

Life’s too much a burden
For someone who is not a stone
To bear.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2015


  1. Bill,
    I have felt that way, still do often. Oh yes, to be a stone, no feelings, no thoughts at the folly of stupid humans. I like stones and rocks. They have the common sense to stay where they are until somebody or some force moves them.
    Being human, having feelings and memories, as one of my favorite songs says towards the end; memories are like starlight. They go on forever.

  2. I like stones, I really do, but I wouldn't want to be one. I like being able to feel, maybe that's because even thought some feelings were very, very bad, once I stopped feeling them, the memory of them was not bad enough to want to feel nothing. And I like your stories :-)


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