fetters

Raining Colors…

There is that phase of life that revisits you ever so often…
That phase where you talk a million syllables of silence, where there is a profound meaning to a leaf drifting in the wind… where every second takes on an evangelical mission…And in a neon moment, the banal act of the spider lunching, mutates to a highfalutin tale of survival, instinct and the way things are…
There is that phase of life that revisits you ever so often…
That phase where you crave company like a hungry child for a bosom, where there is a sense of opulence in a crowd. And everything around flashes in sulphur brilliance
There is that phase of life that revisits you ever so often…
That phase where you repress the urge to break into fragments, where you find yourself alone in a crowd…And in a flash u realize… it is raining colors…

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That which has no caption…

There are two things that are very hard to come by…Profoundness and simplicity… Yeah, to think great thoughts, one has to pry loose from the billboard of the ‘self portrayal’ that would’ve probably taken years to build.
Hangin on the edge o the abyss, I hear people say “She’s on the edge of insanity”. I smile.
Bring on the transition cavalry… You say it’s madness to let go, and I smile… I’m free, from the fetters that bind you, from having to wake up when the alarm goes off, to drink ‘socially’, to smoke ‘occasionally’, to read a movie ‘critique’ before I catch a flick, to hand out some change to a beggar and clap myself on the back “Lord I helped a stranger”, to talk about ‘moral competence’ and ’emotional stability’ walking in a valley of broken hearts…
Do I belong here? No? (Smirk) “The son of man has no place to lay his head”.Yeah the stained and chipped cup holds as much beauty to me as your coral china,the barren land poses as much beauty as the backwaters you identify yourselves with; I smile…
I respect your sense of propriety to your socio-economic identity; you prosecute me for being different, for thinking wild, for listening to music at 3 o clock in the morning walkin in the mist sippin on ma soda – you squirm, “kids these days” you say? I smile…
I can feel the rain even before it hits my skin, I let a mongrel walk me home, I can ride without knowing my destination, I can sit on a milestone with a friend and feel at home, I can let the salty tang of the ocean air soothe the deepest longin of my heart, I hold my hand in front of my face and block out the sun.
Profoundness and Simplicity…
I hear you.. I look into your eyes, I see you for what you are. Bring it on.
I turn around and walk into the sunset….
I smile…