It was still there. Even after saying the final good bye and even after cutting all strands which could lead me there, it was still there. Like the clamor of traffic on a busy signal, like the crescendo of a Himesh Reshammiya song, it was honking in my ears. Like the dazzling truck lights in the night, like the sun rays coming from a crevice in the window pane on a lazy morning, it was blinding me. Just when I had thought that it was over, it had the greatest intensity. I thought it would go after a few flashes but it never did.
A.R. Rahman had once said in an interview, "When you come in this world, you come with absolutely nothing but when you leave, you have a name, Make sure it is not just a WORD". I was doing exactly the same thing, I was trying hard so that it is not just a WORD. But everything that I did seemed worthless and my mind went digressing towards the devil sitting in the corner. It wont say a word but I knew it would make me feel its presence every now and then. Not thinking about it helped for sometime. It would come back every now and then and I would find myself completely helpless.
Is there no way to fight this, was there a way to negotiate? I believed there was but could not ever find it. There is a saying, "If you listen to your heart, nothing goes wrong.". It is crap. Don't ever to listen to it, your heart has absolutely no reason to make those firm assertions that it does, and if one is following what it says, God save him. But I tried it, when nothing worked against the devil, I did listen to the idiot. And as was expected, this dint work either.
I made plans to strangle the devil to death every morning and ended up laughing at my own plans. What a fool I had made of myself. By teachings from all the stupid romantic movies that I watched in all these years I came to the conclusion that devils like the one I had come across never die. Now I know 'it was crap too'. They do die if you nourish them, give them what they want.
Now the morning sunlight from the fissure comes like a blessing. :)
lights will guide you home...
ReplyDeleteand ignite your bones...
and i ll try to fix you
- keep writing!
hahaha Pro. I am waiting.
ReplyDelete- Aniket
that is why the name is lacking-coherence. :P
ReplyDelete