Sunday, December 25, 2011

words Words WORDS...

POST - (I)

Silver Rains :
Will you ever stop being mad?
Silver Rains :
When you stop calling me mad!
Silver Rains :
“I think that I am going mad, I don't recall my name
I think I must be going mad, I really feel insane
I really know I'm going mad, hear voices in my brain
So maybe I am going mad, but maybe you're the same!”
Madness indeed is reflective ! And now I love you more ….
Silver Rains :
And you love me more…. But honey, what is love?
....No this is not what this post was intended for; this post was intended for words, pure and simple words. Words exactly what they should exude and no back ground, fore ground and all that jazz! But words are not tears; they don’t come pouring out of the blue like July rains!
You, the one with words, had painted all my childhood dreams, my first poem, my thoughts and my clouds....
But today even though I try so hard, I am losing out on words, I am sitting for hours watching the computer screen without moving my eyes. With the cursor in my hand I am flirting with the desktop, tripping on the old, elapsed corridors and lonesome roads and alleys of Calcutta (precisely Behala) sitting on the desk near the window at my office in NID.... It’s Christmas afternoon and sleep comes breezing through the timeless Sabarmati; waving a lazy sepia dream in my eyes, making me nostalgic. Maybe I need a smoke!


And with the smoke I blow away the afternoon, blow away the afternoon to a sepia evening! My fingers smell of liberty, as I blow out the smoke and try to rub away the sleep. Harp on those words! Harp on what madness is! Harp on how I have fretted my freedom away, what all had not I tried to trade for madness. I think of the Mad Mortician. I think of the Mute Maya, who also thinks I am Mad!
....and my chain of thought is again broken as my phone blinks!
Silver Rains :
How lovely is love Dreamer ?
I don’t know!
Silver Rains :
“The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?”
How madly is madness ?
Silver Rains :
I don’t know.
“Sometimes when I'm alone, I wonder
Is there a spell that I am under
Keeping me from seeing the real thing?
Love hurts...
But sometimes it's a good hurt
And it feels like I'm alive.
Love sings,
When it transcends the bad things.
Have a heart and try me,
'cause without love I won't survive.”
Silver Rains :
I am reminded of Alice!
Alice? Who the fuck is Alice?
Silver Rains :
'But I don’t want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can’t help that,' said the Cat. 'We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.'
'How do you know I’m mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,” said the Cat. 'or you wouldn’t have come here.'
That fades away all inscrutabilities and life goes explicated....

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