I’m in a wide open space, I’m standing.

I dug deep within. I opened up the bandaged wound. I let it bleed. I let it clot. I let hell break lose in the mind. I am amidst a storm. I see myself grounded firmly as the surroundings are in a disarray. There is this strange sense of calm in watching all the violence.

“You lock the door. You throw away the keys. There’s someone in my head, but it’s not me” .. But, it is me. And no, you will not throw away the keys. I will snatch MY keys back. You will leave and shut the door behind you. Just like they taught you in school.

This may be a calm before or after the storm. I couldn’t care less. For your sake, hope it’s the one after. There is so much rage that I can see you bleed and it makes me happy. More blood, I say. I can feel a warm laughter rising from within the back of my head. I am reclaiming my land.

Run my child back to your orphanage
For now is the change of season.
Turn the page.
Raven riots ravage your demeanor.
All that’s coming off, all that veneer.
Go away and dance.

“My terms are a man’s right to exist for his own sake”

For most of us, there is some peice in one art form or the other that really impacts us and the way we comprehend things and grasp on to situations. I was sure of it that nothing really did it for me as much as music. But then, I was hit by this jolt of rude awakening. Since the last 15 days or so, I have been reading ‘The Fountainhead’.

Though I can’t really say how this book has affected me, but it most definitely has. I now understand it when some literature is referred to as ‘timeless’. After each read, I had to tell myself that this book was written way back in the 1930’s!

Since some music or the other is always playing in my head, I remember that the the song that played most oft as I read was, ‘Moonlight Sonatta – Beethoven‘. Go figure!

Personally, I would never say that this book has shown me how to live or anything of such sort. That would actually be going against the entire theme on which the book is based anyway. But yes, it has definitely sparked off a thought process in my mind which I know will eventually affect the decisions I make in my life. It has done to me what art is meant to do. Induce thoughts. Induce debates. Debates with other individuals. Debates with self.

“Anything may be betrayed, anyone may be forgiven. But not those who lack the courage of their own greatness.”

Oh, and by the way, Thank You.

Fic(kle)tion

Eloquent realms of the summer stench,
Caress the mind on a seaside bench.
Footprints of fiends on the watered sand,
Reflect the fire never seen on land.

Faint, the sound of the simmering sight,
In cold blood she killed and painted it white.
Flags of the founders fluttered in salute
Her eyes were staring at all that was absolute.

A tear rolled collecting the dust on her face. It settled on her jaw and started to evaporate. Another one followed the same stream. It traveled the distance like it was known territory. Her lips were shrouded. She plucked the withering skin on it with her teeth. She chewed on it and she smiled. The dark toned skin under her eyes, gave her comfort. That skin made her feel alive. Responsive. She was not numb. Not yet.

The scent of blood lingered in the air. She inhaled the stench as she clutched her fists. She wanted to capture that victory in herself. She wanted the smell to permeate her skin and her sweat. Like the smoke of the cigarette that still kept still between the corner of his dead lips.

A table stood partially above the carcass. On the table, a half eaten piece of meat and a glass full of wine lay witness to the pornography. With her calm steady, and in fact, quite pretty hands, she fetched the glass and took a sip. She seated herself on the half sewn chair and bent down; her face, staring at his. With a smirk, she guided the cigarette from his lips to between her fingers. Ash fell on his grounded face. She sucked on the cigarette butt.

Soon, worms shall have a hearty meal,
Serene music will export the feel.

Clockroots.

Eclipse. This song. Right now.

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy
Beg, borrow or steal
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say
All that you eat
Everyone you meet
All that you slight
Everyone you fight
All that is now
All that is gone
All that’s to come
And everything under the sun is in tune
But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

There is no dark side of the moon really.
Matter of fact it’s all dark.

The power of this song to posses your mind and calm you, is insane. Just, fuckin’ insane.

A.L.L.

All the essence
All the finesse
All the times
All that’s fine,
All that’s yours,
And All that’s mine
All the visions
All the missions
All of those walks
All of those locks
All of your eyes
All of my why(s)
All of those fingers
All of that now lingers
All of those words
All of those thirds

I want more to add to this.

If

If I were a swan, I’d be gone.
If I were a train, I’d be late.
And if I were a good man,
I’d talk with you
More often than I do.

If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don’t put
Your wires in my brain.

If I were the moon, I’d be cool.
If I were a rule , I would bend.
If I were a good man, I’d understand
The spaces between friends.

If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I’d be home and dry.
And if I go insane,
Will you still let me join in with the game?

If I were a swan, I’d be gone.
If I were a train, I’d be late again.
If I were a good man,
I’d talk with you
More often than I do.

If – Pink Floyd

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