I have never bothered writing prose earlier...you see, poetry came naturally to me..I can even rhyme while I'm asleep! So what am I doing here?? Sometimes metaphors are not enough..sometimes when you want to say things out loud, language fails you and then you are left with a silence, a dejection - a total loss! I've lived with silence and survived it too. I fought with it, then gave up and suddenly without even realising it, I'm free..and, therefore, I am writing about a long night of musings.
It so happened by chance and then things built up - one on another - the background to the conversation was the plitter-platter of raindrops; till the time voice took over and it drifted into the world of dreams.
Was that a dream? A fleeting moment which lasted too long and tasted so true. I am a dreamer - at least have been one for sure. Why does doubt creep in then? Why do all red herrings emerge and warn? Why can't happiness be a stable state? Why so many questions??? Why laundry at this hour!!!
So to test it, I got up and mused some more... It was alive! Real-time and no kidding there! And rubbing my eyes I moved into a wider grin and ultimately uninterrupted laughter. There is a thing called "emotion detector", which sadly I don't have. A pity I like things straight and simple. Complex is passe or academic! So the moment is what matters and what you carry forward with it is what life will be...
Again language escapes me, words fail me and the emotion is not getting through! It is big, really grand - but "big" and "grand" do not convey the euphoria! The excitement of a sixteen year old's first crush is hard to imagine when you yourself haven't had any, but may be it does feel like it or there wouldn't have been so much talk.
At least you know I'm for real...you can read my words - my attempts at comprehension! The morning after is certainly the most awkward of all :)
It so happened by chance and then things built up - one on another - the background to the conversation was the plitter-platter of raindrops; till the time voice took over and it drifted into the world of dreams.
Was that a dream? A fleeting moment which lasted too long and tasted so true. I am a dreamer - at least have been one for sure. Why does doubt creep in then? Why do all red herrings emerge and warn? Why can't happiness be a stable state? Why so many questions??? Why laundry at this hour!!!
So to test it, I got up and mused some more... It was alive! Real-time and no kidding there! And rubbing my eyes I moved into a wider grin and ultimately uninterrupted laughter. There is a thing called "emotion detector", which sadly I don't have. A pity I like things straight and simple. Complex is passe or academic! So the moment is what matters and what you carry forward with it is what life will be...
Again language escapes me, words fail me and the emotion is not getting through! It is big, really grand - but "big" and "grand" do not convey the euphoria! The excitement of a sixteen year old's first crush is hard to imagine when you yourself haven't had any, but may be it does feel like it or there wouldn't have been so much talk.
At least you know I'm for real...you can read my words - my attempts at comprehension! The morning after is certainly the most awkward of all :)
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