Monday, September 26, 2011

Hush! Don't tell 'it', Don't kill 'it'

You hide it- it is sustained
You suppress it- it is nurtured
You evade it- it is unhinged
You discredit it - it is adored
You detest it- it is robust
You invalidate it - it resurfaces
You reason it- it parodies you

Do anything , doesn't matter

You spell 'it' aloud once - it's its death sentence.
This "it" is what people call 'love'

Saturday, September 17, 2011

Brief report

Hearing your ring-tone but your phone seeming like its dead - A moment of pseudo-dissociation. Didn't strike me that somebody could have the same ring-tone as mine. Not that my mind is shrewd enough to identify all these trivialities. But the impact it had was quite disproportionate. The fear came back. The fear of insanity. Felt alienated for a while. Alienation is a familiar feeling, but insanity authorises and establishes it. For all the bragging about my independence, I am no island.

Monday, September 5, 2011


The hope that a remote memory can manufacture is nonplussing! I don't know when I watched it. I doubt if I've ever watched it. I remember the theme song of some soap on the national channel. 'Vishalam neeye vizhithezhuluvai, visithiramai un sarithiramae..' The simple tune, the unclouded voice. It gave an impression of change. Immense and intense change!. Change is alluring, the anticipation of change is comforting and the memory of anticipation is enthralling. Change awaits me, the change of future into the past. Nevertheless, it's a change..

CHANGE! possess me, consume me