Sunday, September 7, 2008

Another minute elapses

3 o clock is not the ideal time to start a conversation, nor is it a time to write a mail but I have set this place for you coz I like this darkness and silence, it gives a sort of life to life, gives freedom and independence, fills u with a sense of sanity -- a sense that u are alive...

You know its u and only u and no one else whom u see at the mirror, u can go on talking without anyone to stop u, whisper to the night all alone, ur company? This dazzling light splashing out of the laptop screen, emptiness of the night and the silent din of the ceiling fan, which at times gets interuppted by the sounds of the moving vehicles which ply on the nearby flyover...

You are alone but u r happy, u talk to urself for hours, without a whine on ur face
then occasional silence often breaks it, also accompaning it are the movements
of the rich souls who are in their midsummer dreams...But when even ur own silence becomes silent it begans to haunt u...

the silence speaks a different language, which very few can gauge. It keeps on changing its linguistics rules .. speaking different words for different moods
which becomes difficult to dicipher they are once your own but the next moment they are just shadows of some gothic times just like light attimes becomes a shadow
of a distant world...movements of the pulse become a primitive touch, its amazing how u can listen to everyting, even the blood that runs thro ur veins, and the ticking of ur brain, you winking of ur eyes, the movement of ur eyelids, all seem to be audible...attimes even a melody comes out of these trivial things of sense,
which otherwise doesnt make much sense...

u wink ur eyes..and a flash runs through ur eyelids its a fraction of a millionth second but still the image ....its so clear and vivid even the breath u take bears the spark of some melting summer days, the heart all of a sudden pounds up
prevailing over the cacaphony of silence, its just a hullucination of the presense of some dead heartbeats you shared in some ancient age...

As u live an entire age, the clock takes another step and u realise its 3:01am
just one minute has gone, the night is still young, a lot still remains, so much to see, hear and taste as u delve once again in the obscurity of ur heart....somewhere the clock takes another leap to kill silence

1 comment:

still thinking !!! said...

I like this. You have come very close to writing a beat write up. Dark ,obscure and frantic .Not to forget the sharp, soulful meaning. Poetry transcends to another level .I have preferred things that never rhymed.Thanks for sharing