Heartless

So, nowadays, I sit at work for hours on end with international radio stations feeding the latest 'hot n' happening' music into my ears. Punching letters into a keyboard makes my brain go into a tailspin. So yeah, my mind took off on this crazy tangent the other day.

I leave work to go see a couple of friends, maybe catch a movie. It's insane how when you feel you're all alone in the world, you can pick out a quote from a book, or simply a random string of lyrics from a song made light years back, and still connect it to a fragment of your life.

I know this seems dumb. I mean, hello, why do people read and listen to music if it didn't have something to do with their own personal lives. It is part of the human ethos, the collective unconsciousness, or what-have-you, right?

But maybe, just maybe..., and again I go into a supposed 'theory' proclaimed by the very wise guy who is the character that Ethan Hawke plays in Before Sunrise and Before Sunset. According to him, what it all boils down to is that we are all fragments of each other. Confused yet? Let me explain. There were only a few human beings in the world in the very beginning. From what we're force-fed to understand, there was one, and then eventually, one more dropped from the sky by divine force.

And then began the process of duplication. Has this physical duplication lead to duplication of minds too? There are too many people milling around us for anyone's good right now. What if we have all become fragments of each other...sub-particles.

And now I don’t feel so alone anymore. Yeah, agreed, I still don’t wanna be just another face in the crowd. But then, we were meant to live for so much more, we lost ourselves. Somewhere we live inside. ..all of us. We’re not alone; we’re just reflected in each other.

Maybe redemption does have stories to tell, after all.

Seminars-The Bane of Existence

Seminar I

Conversation flows;
slowly.
Discourse, pretence;
morally.
Boredom occurs;
eternally.
Blah blah BLAH;
words spew on.
The sandman cometh,
slithering.
Eyes Wide Shut,
internally.

Seminar II

In outer space I fly,
around the orbit I roam,
lonely planet,singular structure,
island from myself.

Understanding being lost, I go.
Single cellular organisms,
Deify themselves.

A bunch of poetry written ages ago

L’Esprit

The night watchman sleeps silently
while she tiptoes onto the grass.

She looks around amazed,
her lackadaisical body following her every command.

The stars gaze at her feet,
envy her rhythm
and whisper jealously amongst themselves.

But yet she dances...

Throws around her locks
and swings,
into the magic of the night, without a care in the world.

She dances...

A revival of spirit, of faith
she brings with herself.

It is self-affirmation she looks for
as the night becomes day,

And yet she dances...

Smiling and happy,
her voice echoes and boomerangs
as the tiny sprite shines;
She glimmers till the day takes her away and she is gone.

Heat

The stations of life roll by;

Dhak Dhak, Dhak Dhak,

Like the beat of a heart.

I tremble inspite of myself

and hold on to a shape.

I am an ant,

crawling towards the top;

stuck within evolution,

just like everyone else.

The glass breaks

scattering time everywhere;

I am, I am not...

I could have been,

I will be.

This is, after all,

just a regular day

on the Mumbai Local.

Dissection through eyes around,

piercing my skin.

Yes, so it's gonna freakin' rain

Look around, it's The City of Blinding Lights. Believe it or not, this city will never fail to blind you. Coming from an insomniac writing this in the middle of the night, rest assured that happiness is not going to be part of this blog post, for sure. If anything, there may be more than a dozen rantings and raving of possibly the randomest things you've ever heard(read?) in your life. Yes, I am the Queen of Randomness and MUHAHAHA, this is my newfound domain.
The most obvious thing that drops at the Speed of Sound into my ickle sized brain is the absolute urge to start writing a personalized character sketch, But then there's something unbelievably delicious about holding back, like the small stain of dark chocolate on a bright red strawberry; Forbidden, Erotic,Fantastic.
Yes, so, of course, coming back, it's been getting a little bit overcast in these parts, and the thought of the impending monsoons seems to delight everyone into a tizzy. Oh My Lord, its going to rain.Yes, Mother of Joy, it will definitely rain. Actually, right now would be a good place to start you off on some insider knowledge.(If you haven't guessed already, that is) I HATE THE RAINS.
When those goopy dark gumdrops fall from the sky, it feels like the Fury of the Gods to me. Brown it is, in these parts, not the proverbial blue that reminds you of a happy e e cummings poem. Oh NO SIRREE, its as brown as a dog rolled in mud, and never as happy.
Welcome people, to the world of dysfunction. I, unlike all of you, hate the rains. Prepare to be flabbergasted. This is me, NOW!