survival

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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Diary Excerpts(Jan 17,08)

For Rainbows and Dungeons ( Jan 17,08 )
“Don’t forget to look down” I thought to myself. Suspended a hundred feet above the ground, walking on an industrial cable; looking down, I saw a myriad of faces and colors, all fading away.
Ever had claustrophobia in open space? All reason is against it. I guess that’s why I can so acutely perceive it.
Always there, like the coffee cup stain on my professor’s desk; always there – permanent; It was and is and shall be… Just like me, I realize… I was and am and shall be. There’s nothing that can be done to stop it. Just don’t get in the way… Excuse me 😉