THE MONOTONOUS "HIM"

He sat on a bench at a park and felt the presence of countless people around. People walked by, shoulders brushed his, he moved his head side to side to figure out if there was somebody, but the movement was so goddamn fast that he could not make out who it was and where they came from. People moved in silhouettes and in all gradation of monotone colors, people moved in blurred shadows, they intrigued him, their movement intrigued him and then he fluttered, he tried really hard to at least catch a person, and one by one each of his prospective prey got out of his hands.

He then caught hold of one of the figures. It was lighter than cotton or foam but it was for sure, heavier than the wind and before he could decipher who that person was, he heard a voice, voice that wanted to say something to him, he moved his head in the direction of voice that had startled him, but then he was even more worried that his catch would leave him, so immediately turned back, after all, after all that being intrigued, he had caught hold of his only prey and thankfully the prey was happily in.

A little relieved this time, he tried again to move in the direction of the voice when he suddenly felt someone tapping his shoulders, he was yet again startled and the tapping came from the figure that he had just caught. The figure advanced towards him as if it wanted to say something to him. Just as he blinked, he found that it was not just the sitting figure that advanced towards him but everyone present at the park that advanced towards him, he was obviously elated, after all, his intrigue was getting answered; he was going to get the attention that he required.  He tried his best to understand what the figures were trying to convey or telling him, a few figures even tried to touch him but they could not. It felt as if he was lighter than the wind, it was as if he was a ghost who was impossible to touch. For the figures, he came across as a blurry shadowy silhouette….

PAL , BE MY PAL ..TILL I TELL YOU A STORY UNTOLD

Come sit down, let me mesmerize, hypnotize you, let me tell you something, a story if you will. An incident, which I’m sure, I want to tell you and so eagerly that I cannot just resist myself in pulling you down by your arms and making you all ears. The story is untold, it resides at the bottom of the innermost part of my being and I wish to convey it to you, only if you are all ears.

Some of you will be, some of you who value me, some of you who expect me to throw something meaningful, after every build up that I give. Well, most of you who don’t care, well I can’t help it and even I don’t. Just your mere sight, kinda puts me down, I’m still strong (steadying myself up, consoling myself).

I flicked my words and threw them at you like a harpoon in the dark, thinking that they’ll catch you. I did, because I heard your voice, I thought you were responsive, receptive and cognitive. Leave me aside, even the words tried and forced every ounce of their breath but they flunked. It wasn’t because you weren’t all ears, it was probably you were all ears but without the words that I threw at you.

It’s a definite rush and believe me somethin’s gonna be there soon, sooner than it should be, probably sooner than never, but, my pal, be my pal for that while. I’m sure, you are gonna hang on to that very bit. 

CHARACTERS AND CHARACTERS AND JUST CHARACTERS ALL ROUND

“I see people all the time even when they are not around”… A reader having an initial glance at this would probably think that a paranoid buffoon is probably going through some hallucinations or someone is actually been possessed by a ghost. Well! It’s nothing of that sort. People, normal people, like you and me, can think of characters. Just like artists who after imagining objects bring them to life. And all these characters though not present in the real world feel as if they are just there with you.

These characters, they listen to you and talk back to you. The best part about it is that you get to communicate with someone. In the real world people hardly care to talk to you sit with you, let alone talk to you. They say “you have to make pals, you have to take that step to make pals, you have to find them.” In a way it is true but then you could create one or many, it’s just the matter of your mind. If we had to advertise this “line of pals” by our very own brand “mind”, it would go something like “ customize your pals and make your MIND make ‘em speak”.

So, characters are not just there in books, so, you need not be an avid voracious reader to be able to actually read about characters created by someone else. Your imagination can lead you to characters that you have created. Some people have this imaginative mind where there can teleport themselves to a new world unlike “normal people” who wish to stay where they are and people who have this beautiful capability of teleporting themselves to some unknown world, their own world has this magnificent capability of developing characters, life like characters.

RANDOM-O-RAMBLING

RANDOM-O-RAMBLING

There comes a time in one’s life or in one’s day where the hustle and bustle of people and things completely mar one’s persona and one’s wish to stay… it could either be one’s wish to stay calm, one’s wish to stay happy or even one’s wish to stay ALIVE.

That’s where he needs to repose, that’s where he needs to sustain, and that’s where he really needs to LIVE…

THAT’S BECAUSE -A Tranquillity awaits your presence, it awaits you take rest, and behold your fantasies of pursuing sometimes things that are really unrealistic and untold. Something, that’ll take you out of misery and put you in a spot which you would certainly not want to leave. A spot, which you wish could last till eternity. It’s unrealistic, inexistent and probably impractical but whatever it is, it is yours.

"A mind seeking freedom, a mind that thinks nothing but freedom, is a mind that lays itself on the rightful edge of life…."

….and it shall not fall of that edge

Imagine a cool, windy night on a road with minimal lights on it, where there would be nobody but yourself.. Imagine yourself coming face to face with yourself, a place where you are all ears to nobody but yourself.. listen to every beat of your heart, talk to yourself if you can. Leading a lonely moment, a solitary moment, a moment with yourself would end the very essence of your lonely presence.  

I AM WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS, BUT A COUPLE OF THEM FALL

I am worth a thousand words but a couple of them fall

It isn’t that I don’t want to, it isn’t that I cannot,

yet I urge you, MY LIFE, to set a stage for me….

We all love to share, talk and open up, but isn’t it that we seek somebody who has the same mind frame as ours? We actually do. But that isn’t magic. It isn’t like you’ll just wish and poof! A person would suddenly appear to listen to your chattering …

Having said that, seeking somebody isn’t less than a magic, like us even our life need’s a push, our life needs a rub, our life needs a pat or to put it into another perspective, we need to ignite our lives.

and therefore…

I’ll Set fire to frost to bring what’s within

and break the shackles of ignominy that have or are strangling me

as a good old belief or saying or philosophy goes, we have to get out of cowardice and drop that “grime of shame” that we believe is ours. We literally need to melt that frost which stop’s us from being what we are and who we are.  This “grime of shame” keeps us far from others, let alone go and talk to somebody.

We honestly need clean this grime and once that’s done, people will love the real you and even if they don’t, you’ll be absolutely sure that you are for real, absolutely real.      

FATE AND FORTUNE

Fate and fortune, seemingly opposite, yet, quite similar in character. One’s a master  and  another’s a minion. Let’s just have a word with each one with absolutely no intent to reach anywhere…

I see fate that you are weighing heavy on me and what I know for the fact is that it’s not just me VS you it’s me VS you and your various minions.  What pleasure do you take in first pressing your targets against an imaginary wall by their throats as if they are nothing, as if your ultimate intention is to squash them and put to them to their eventual end, but no! you want to be entertained. Once you see your targets cry in pain and agony, when you see ‘em groaning you then sooth ‘em and how? By sending one of your prime minion – namely fortune.  

Mr. Fortune, you seem to be an expert in luring. You seem to be a master at playing with intensity which I guess is your weapon. People call themselves being “fortunate”. Why don’t they understand that the very word says “fortune-ate”. People think, it’s as if they have attained fortune, it’s as if fortune is within their grip but the reality is that fortune gulps people down without a hiccup….The fortune after having eaten people drags ‘em to its master, the very gigantic, Mr. Fate.

The only way of not getting eaten or not being pressed against a wall, is to simply not let this master-minion duo approach you. Although that’s almost next to impossible since either now or later they’ll block your path …

I am my own world...

Pouncing in pain and agony

towards the flames of loneliness I paved my way,

Where no one heard me shout, cry or even pray

Let 'em discard me 

for I ain't what they want me to be,

Its worthless "wearing my heart on my sleeves" for 'em

expecting love , 

they'll mercilessly and heartlessly leave you

ailing in glee

They'd imitate the innocence

I wore on my soul and smirked at me with hatred

For they thought it was superficial ,

They wished to see me naked

My world's not outside 

but within me it resides,

I wow to damn their might

and come what may I'm gonna rise

like roaring gigantic tides.