Aug 13, 2010 0
Some feelings are left unexpressed, some are orphaned and some deleted. What interpretation would a depressed and altered soul draw from an open ended rejection?
Fractured memories of a time lost in a soup of deciet and hunger. The mistake is the creation which no one can deny, if it is a creation at all..
Aug 7, 2009 0
From the darkest corner of nowhere, I hear loud screams, which call upon my brain to disintegrate the single most random notion out of a zillion thoughts that burn my head every billionth of a second. Strings ….ya strings, not of a guitar but of the kites that fly in the sky appear in my dreams. They don’t disturb me , they just live with me. I am entangled in the questions they pose to me. They speak nothing, they just ask me questions. Questions that have no answers, at least my limited brain which thinks of a ‘happy’ (I will define ‘happy’ – later) life is too constricted to let through any answer for them. But they still appear in my dreams posing the same old questions.
Running around, oblivious under the round sky I smiled for the happiness that was being given to me. Of course as the moments appeared too real, I rejoiced them, overwhelmed in the lapse; far from Reality. Sitting on the roof, I stared at the sky which glared back trying to scare me from its might. But clouds as if trying to mock my inquisitive affair with the sky came in between and ended the rendezvous. Clouds it seems have a habit of being spoilsport, on a day when you get up early in the morning, planning for this day a week or may be a month in advance, clouds will shower you with the most exotic bath you have ever had. The whole plans get destroyed but clouds burst into laughter as if ridiculing you for being a tiny incapable being. But still I like clouds; you can see whatever you want to see in them. They are a self evolving portrait which takes the shape of your thoughts. They show you the picture which you want to see not the one which you don’t want to see.
Its night again, time for the dreams and the questions which come along gift wrapped in strings.
