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When the wind runs
through the fingers,
when the sand is kicked up far,
when the night of
endless whispers
and the days of dreamy stars,
wither out with but no trace
from the steely hate of gaze
and the broken empty pot of heart,
cries out with bridled rage.

When the mask in man is torn,
and the weight of life is borne,
when the people keep on stealing
thoughts undeserved and out of tone,
when the flowers rust in peace,
in the falling might of trees
and an endless screaming wail
hits home
in a leaden hollow wheeze...

Will this throbbing ever stop?
In the vacant sea of hearts?
Will the winter wind turn green
rush as the summer brushes clean?
Will the spiders of our past
clean out the cobwebs off the lost?

Will the winter wind turn green, rush as the summer brushes clean?

I just want to know. Why?

#1

Its just one of those days, when all your anger gives way to a sudden explosion of peace, when the evening light flickers back on as the curtains fall, filling the darkest chambers of your heart with an earthy glow.

Peace and contentment. When things lose the importance you give them, and obsession gives way to indifference. When you sense your own shift in perspective, and you feel glad for the smallest and most trivial of things.

You stand alone, at peace with nature, and you smile at the endless stretch of clouds in every direction. You stand, high above, poised precariously, and gaze down at the innumerable specks of humans hurrying about their chores in an endless stream of life.

Its the feeling of amusement and awe that slowly dawns on you, when you see a colony of ants bustling about here and there, seemingly oblivious to the World around them. To our presence... oblivious to the presence of the greatest among us.

Morality decays into absurdity, and ego loses its worth, when you realize that the whole wide world is, after all, a farce.

The world is a mirror, and you always end up seeing what you want to see.

Those that crave for beauty shall find it even in the tiniest of places and events, and those that crave for power shall find every stone worth conquering. The World, as we know it, is a collection of fables from every man that ever lived.

Life evolves, times change. Species rise and fall, the best among them speculate, searching the answers for questions unknown. Their time runs out eventually, and dust covers theirs ruins, as their decline ends. The eternal questions remain unanswered. Memories erode, and yet, this too shall pass.

'Dust thou art, to dust returnest..'- Was indeed spoken of our times.

And yet we choose to sleep with our eyes wide open, refusing to let comprehension creep in. Enlightenment.

For in comprehension, lies our salvation. Or so we believe.

Like some guy put it forth quite simply, the only constant thing is change.

Absurdly random post, I know. What is a blog, after all, but a masturbation of self?

That Time Of The Year

'Joel: [voice over] random thoughts for Valentine's day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap. - Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind.'

Advertisements haunt me in every single channel. News reports, cover stories, an explosion of interest in a previously unknown subject of thought. Yet another instance of a country torn between what it is and what it wants to be.

Discussions on civilian rights in every group I pass by on the road, people debating with interest after the Mumbai fiasco. Topic in debate being the Ram Sena. A bunch of white haired, or even worse, hairless 'activists' fighting for the cause of upholding a 'culture' that is prone to 'infiltration' by 'unwanted' elements.

According to them, apparently, locking up the women in your family and denying them the very gift of freedom will protect our integrity and individuality. Maybe there is a scarcity of burning issues in the nation, so much so that we have to grab the least excuse of a 'controversy' and project it as a matter of national importance.

Its not these fake activists that I detest, it is the one thing that gives them so much coverage and nation-wide recognition: Valentine's Day.

Pink tacky decorations in every third shop, hanging springy pink things, hollow glassy bubbles and fake enthusiasm among the general public. You can almost see the pain behind their smiles.

Over-rated commercial gimmicks, diamond pendants, heart-shaped boxes of pure milk chocolates that nobody ever buys on any normal day. Fluffy and freaky teddy bears with 'I-heart-U' tags. Its almost like some crazy look-at-me-I'm-so-happy-and-committed spree.

Maybe the whole wide world is basking in some sudden revolutionary happiness or maybe I'm too miserable to give a damn about it all.

Don't count the days and wait for February to arrive to show your gratitude to the ones that support you emotionally throughout your life. Do it today, tomorrow or on any random day. Show them you care, just don't publicize it and blow it up into a huge carnival.

And a fake one at that.

For all you lovey-dovey ones out there, happy Valentine's Day.