It's cold and raw. As I look around, the earth seems funnily flabbergasted. The sky, that of a sarcastic hue. I feel like being woken up with a start! I start imagining movement. I reluctantly flag my imagination and as if in acknowledgment, I see a candid illustration in the sky.Like what???
I make sure to hold me, to hold me in one piece so that I can make sense of what I see. An imaginary brush is wading through the sky. I concentrate at it now.
This brush, it first makes a long straight line and then a semi-circle from the end point of the same line. The curve's been adjusted the way we adjust the curves in CAD. (Wow!, I can actually relate!) The curve's small and stops at the mid-point of the same line. Not over as yet. Inclining itself at 45 degrees to the same line, it starts to rush out till it's at level with the same line again.
Eh? Like WHAT was that?
My eyebrow's raised and am literally gasping about what I see. My concentration's getting concentrated to the ultimate level; so much so that I wonder whether it could actually ignite a fire!
As if sensing my helplessness, I see a replay again.. again AND again!
Suddenly, the dumbness inside me fades and I realize it's a..... "R"!
(I almost thought it was a big fat "L" for me! Shit! Though I know I can't really call myself one now! P.S:"L"oser!)
"R"?
What's that supposed to mean? My name doesn't start with an 'R' and neither my latest crush's! :P (Ya right!)
I grit at this... Yeah still gritting... Gritting and gritting...
And that's when I see the answer!
REVIVAL! RESSURECT! RISE!
What?"I am not dead!” I shouted at the voice within!'Ahem!!!' was the answer I got!
My face suddenly has a change of expressions and the whole thing suddenly makes sense.
The Dark Gal's turning into a dead one! I sympathize with my blog which hasn't seen much of me since June. Oh my.. I can actually hear it’s cries and wails! :P
What a hint! I almost 'un'figured it!
Two months has been a long time and I must admit; I have been lazy and busy, occupied and a couch! (Neutralized eh? :P)Yeah whatever!
i am IN now! And now it's getting dark again! (It's absolutely not my problem that the night has stolen the darkness from me! :P)Hahahaa... (The weird and wicked one...!)
Put all this in an endless loop... Ha!
Infinity should be the infinite answer! :)
The fabrication of a ‘lost’ gain!
With the skies a gleaming white, everything so lucid and forever enriching, all worth a dropdown. Or better, a showdown.
But am not one of those guys who’ll admire it to the core; spiritually and literally.
I have a relational database and I don’t really take much time relating this scene to a few scattered events.
Loneliness is the key and isolation is the lock. Both fit in perfectly. But not always!
Starring through the window, I get stuck in the still image being set in front of me. Movement could still mean stillness. That’s illusion.
The only unnatural sound is the tinkling sound of a drop of rain falling over a crushed can of bear, and am not happy.
Silence is golden, but an impurity in gold makes you think. So, I better be thankful.
Shifting my eyesight downwards by about seventy-five degrees, I can see some movement that is definitely not human.
I make my day. I see a green tree snake lurking in the wet grass. I smile. Awesome beauty.
The other day illusion and distance blew me. Mistook a full-grown earthworm for a baby snake.
Sighs!
I hate green but I love the shades.
Have an old blow up poster re-pasted on the walls of my room. Maybe to commemorate the winds of change. It’s one of the best of my High-Skies collection.
The Mormugao Port is barely functional, cause the rains make it run into ‘dry’ business. Didn’t really hear about weird ship names like “Pyaare Amma” (Japanese or Indonesian vessel) from dad. Subjects of a hearty laugh.
Rains do make me more nature-inclined. At least for a month or two. My resistivity to the same hits an all time low.
I feel like an electron following the conventional flow of current. (Too conventional!)
And now, all that I wanna do is wake up…
DUH!
Careless whispers...!
There was something about this tree which was different. Even when there are numerous such trees in the campus, yet this one attracts me, to the core!
Never been much of a tree lover; in fact, never been one. But, this one has left me stranded, wanting for more, and maybe I just can't get enough of it.
I am standing looking at it, in the hot sun, blinking at it, as if this is all what I've been waiting for my whole life.
The graceful falling of the red flowers, as they say in the light summer breeze has a different air to it.
This tree has always been there. But only autumn has made me realize its presence. The college is always abuzz with activities. Sounds of laughter and jokes swirling in the corridors.
With more than a thousand students in the campus, I still wait and have a look at the Gulmohar tree. Its always like it's saying something to me. And me, am endlessly smiling to it.
The tree, sometimes complaining of excessive blooms only in the autumn, cause that's the only time I've marveled at it.
The red flowers on the green grass seem like heaven. Even a bad sem paper can still mean am smiling with folded hands, glancing looks at the tree.
It definitely has a story to tell, but maybe I just pretend to listen; though the only action I perform is getting mesmerized.
Careless whispers...
