Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Mirrors
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Déjà vu
It seemed so much familiar. A life re-lived, a dream revisited, another second, a minute, an hour, an entire lifetime wasted on thoughts.
I have been walking for the last one hour. The day started without any goal, I started doing things for which failure was sure. Daryagunj visit at an hour when the pavement book market was sure to have been closed. To try to find something when I knew I would not get it. A hope when there was none. Walking along the road, I felt coming out of that place, walking to some other place, but for no reason. Probably my fear to live another past, a past which had everything, but for which I felt nothing. A dread to the fear.
Another visit to Chandni chauk, again a market which should have been closed on Sundays, which I knew beforehand. Purchases that I didn’t need were my reason to visit this place, and to have this reason to gather another disappointment. But viola! Universe again created a magic, and I have to buy a few camera accessories, without which I could have been wealthier!!
A thought was tied to me; it kept me on the edge. On edge of sanity, a boundary of truth and fiction. Where the line that divides them is very thin. As thin and as blurred as the bubble floating in front of my face, as false a the man selling the toy, the toy as true as the bubbles it was creating, as false as that child’s wish to own that toy, and as false as that child’s parent denial to that child’s dream. And then suddenly the floating bubble burst.
And then there was the walk along the memory lane, a narrow lane, another dread, another fear, and my helplessness to walk along this road. Another fear to walk, time and again. Since this has to be me, and this life has to be so.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Question
It took me another moment to come back to present, switch the gear and move on, for the world around me was going ahead as the red signal turned green. I left the paper hanging in air behind me.
The gentle breeze was touching my face; I had to calm down the engine. The danger of turning the simplicity of cold air to fierce torrent is always lurking once I rev-up the engine. And even if once I dare to speed-up I would lose the calmness, the perspective. Perhaps the power is to hold, the balance to maintain.
Movement is not the negation of suspension, for the complexity of the universe is never solved. A universe suspended in ether moves in space beyond definitions.
The thoughts were differentiated and words were integrated, or were it vice-versa. The mathematics was never solved. An axiom without theorem. A theorem with proof?
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
He was yayawar.
The mountain was high, the acme distant. It were cold winds that he felt against himself. He never felt the time, how long has he been climbing?
He loved heights, and distances. His love for them increased with the worsening of them.
The white flakes of snows were falling, lying all around him. Small, white, cold, light….
The cold was growing on him.
He remembered the last sparks he had left in his last camp. He admired them, they were lovely, they burned slowly, glowed warmly.. He had repulsion for fire, big fire. They were egoist, they would consume everything and yet want more, then spare none, anything that comes on their way.
Ah…the cold, the height, the distance.
Every step he took was becoming heavy. The snow deep, air cold and thin.
Ah….
God! He thought, why am I climbing?
Everyone fought over Him, some destroyed His idols. He believed in idol worship. Atleast somebody was solid. The people he met were hollow, deviod of substance, empty.
Ah God!...where is sun?
Suddenly it dawned to him he hadn’t seen it for long….to the bright one..
Was the pinnacle coming down for him? Or was he climbing faster?
Was the air beating against him? Was it fighting with him? He loved heights, but…feared them.
He reached there. It seemed to him he was in the ocean of whites.
Where was the cold? Where were his fears?
It was his dream, to jump from a great height. He knew he will never fall, he would start flying. The more the height, the better his flight. It never occurred to him that hard land was somewhere below him.
He was still thinking something….
They saw him, felt the cold, saw the height, felt the fear, saw…
And he…closed his eyes.