You dwell in this mad path and you run around in circles. Time and around, some clowns chase you and you chase your shadow otherwise. Within that closed dark pit, which is lit only as long your eyes can see, you stay. Nothing beyond. Nothing that exist that you can see and everything there is that you can’t see even from the back of your eye. As you go on your usual rounds chasing the shadow of a butterfly, on a night darker than the realm, you may stumble upon a pit. A shallow pit, looks like swamp if you were a flea, but with just the run down water. You feel you fit into it. The pit feels the size of your footmark, almost. And as you wonder and keep running looking behind at the pit, you traverse too many until you realise, that it is indeed your footmark. Just that you have growing small. Or the pit growing big, along with everything. What does it matter? And before you contemplate to stop and agree with your conscience, you end up in another dark pit of your footmark. But now fully engulfed in one.
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Where do you go looking for love?
Where do you go looking for love?
People are basically ignorant. Let’s first agree on that. I mean even the most intelligent person on earth at any given moment wouldn’t know an answer for everything. And while the answers to all the hardest rational questions harrowing the world could be derived after copious thoughts. But questions on even the simplest irrational things like basic human emotions such as fear and love and hate, could throw the world on its heels for answers that would seem so easy yet still the hardest thing to be found. Cause all the answers are perceptional. We are all in search for such answers all our lives. We kind of set our purpose of life around the answers we draw out of these emotions that we emote, to others and within ourselves. Our emotions basically bifurcates into love and hate. People, things, actions we love to do or we hate to. Every other emotions could be fit into or be brought upon by these two. Like happiness, sadness, anger, fear, joy are all derived but being with people and/or doing things you love or hate. Just a mix and match of it. Sometimes you love to hate and get aggressive and at times you hate to see things you love in others possession and feel jealous. All these seem to be brought out basically of love and hate. But aren’t both ends of the same spectrum. Like heat and cold. Light and darkness. Oh how we love to put the positively I words first. You feel odd saying hate and love, don’t you. Then again, what is coldness? Isn’t it just absence of heat. And darkness absence of light. See cold and dark are just zero scale of heat and light. Because cold and dark don’t exist. They are non existent. You can’t spread cold or darkness, you can only absolve light and heat in order to achieve dark and cold. So the only existent thing is heat. Light. And love. Hate is just an absence of love. So what drives all our emotions and by means all of us? Love.
Love is hard to define, isn’t it? Conventionally when we say love, we mean it as it is the highest there’s to that how someone could feel about something. It is the end of the scale. Could be infinite if numbered but remember it’s irrational. That’s why we have various measures asking the way. Starting with like, can we say? Mostly we look for similarities to identify ourselves with something so that we can put it on a scale to measure and even if it shows a little the positive, we develop a likeness towards it. If not dislike. But we are not here to talk about it. So as this likeness grows, we start to get attracted, grow fond of, start admiring and even worship people and things. We even named the similarities as likeness, do you see. This likeness is the start of identity. We start to identify ourselves from our likeness to other persons. Like family, the most likeness you could find physically and friends mentally. Even the things we do, that defines us, that creates our identity is by how we put things on our love scale. Even art. An artist chooses do something that he can identify with, by finding the similarities to his ability and developing the likeness towards the medium and by due process excels. A painter paints cause he likes to paint. Just for love. Hard work delivers by the investment of time they put in, again driven by love.
Is love all good? Shouldn’t it be providing just peace and joy? But why does it hurt sometimes, to love? Well you see, you don’t need burning hot, just the warmth. Not blinding light, just enough to read. So if love is on the end of the scale, how can we say it’s overboard? When it causes dissimilarities or dislike or hate from outside. You might love to eat a burger but there’s a physical limit to how much you can. But not with other things such as people. In an uncomplicated love towards a person, like being a fan of a person, an one way affair between a person and a persona, too much adoration causes discomfort or hurt when you pay too much of your effort just to prove a point. Like trying buy something related that you can’t really afford. Or simply in an altercation with someone who hates the same persona you worship. In a two way relationship, things get a little complicated. Because it’s like two mismatched gear of uneven sizes trying to pull something too heavy. Doesn’t matter how much effort you put in, there are only certain times when the cogs match and roll together. That’s how families and friends roll. Trying to fit in when possible and pull as much as you can. But what about the epitome love, the unbounded love between two souls, with not much genetic similarities as a family, but more of mental, friendly thing, except the gears are set to roll together till the end of either one. How do they pull their weight? When you think about it, you realise how it’s such a miracle. And how often such miracles happen is a question that can never be answered. But still aren’t we all in search of such miracle in our life, to fit in with someone and pull each others weight till eternity!?
So how do find that love of our life? We can’t wait on our couch for that miracle to fall through the roof, can we? Where do we go find this cog that would fit yours? Is there only one such wheel in the whole world that could run with yours? How do we even know if their teeth is going to fit with yours? Even if we settle with someone who thought were a match, how sure can we be that things will set the cogs in motion? We hardly know the answers. Aren’t we all such ignorant little creatures!?
பட்டத்தின் வினை
கடற்கரையில் பட்டாம்பூச்சிக்கு என்ன வேலை
தேன் வார்க்கும் பூக்களுமில்லை
உடன் பறக்க நட்புக்களுமில்லை
கரை நோக்கி வீசும் எதிர்காற்றில்
தன் சிறகுகளை கூர் தீட்ட
மனல்மோதும் அலைகள் மேலே பயணிக்கறதா
இல்லை சிறகடிப்பால் காற்றை செதுக்கி
நாளை என்றோ எங்கோ வரவிருக்கும்
ஒரு சூறாவளியை மெல்ல வடிக்கிறதோ
Seaing life.
As he drowned in the sea, the memories left him slowly, like the little pockets of air that escaped his body and popped as they hit the air.
He could now understand the beaching of the whales. Why would an intelligent being of the seas would seek land and crash ashore, claiming the only possibility of death? Even though he doesn’t have an answer, he could understand the pain that would cause it. Same as he has this urge to drown in this sea.
As he discovered the depths of the ocean, the cloak of the water above blocked even the little ray of hope from getting to him, plunging him slowly into darkness. The salty water rushed into his lungs and started engulfing the life from within. He just wanted to feel something. The numbness of the real world had overtook his senses and transformed him into one in the flock, putting him in a queue to slow death. He couldn’t take it anymore, he just wanted to feel a little bit of anything, to feel alive. Even if it was pain, he was fine with it. But this amount of pain, he was not ready for it. There were no regrets though, it was his decision.
It got too dark to see himself as he sank into the bottom. He needed to see himself to make sure he’s still there and not dissolved into the darkness around. He wasn’t even quite sure of his physical presence and wondered if he was dead already in the waters. Just to make sure he took the only source of light he had, his burning heart, in his own hands, carving his body. He held his fiery red heart out in his hands with the remote hope of dispersing the darkness around. But the water seeped into it, putting the flame out tardily. He watched his heart slowly pump in and pump out the saline water through the arteries and veins. As the water consumed every space within him the last pocket of air left his body and along with it escaped a bit of his burning heart, like a red spark. The tiny bubble traveled up and surfaced and popped as it saw the sky. And at that instant, a moment between life and death, he disappeared without a trace.
The ocean was left unperturbed.
Scream.
Do any of you feel like screaming,
at a random place, better if it’s an open area, just shout the life out of you, empty your lungs through your vocal chord and test its limit? But you don’t want anyone to notice you. Everybody just go about their business like it was nothing notable. In a little while, just when you’re about to turn around, at a distance, you hear someone screaming the living shit out of them, just because you gave them the courage. And you feel content in that as you know you are not alone.
And the scream goes around the globe, like the echoes of the wolves on a full moon day.
Conversations with her
“What do you see in her?”
“I don’t see her. I literally haven’t. At least in a while. But even metaphorically I don’t see her. I listen to her. I close my eyes and read through her. I imagine her voice with a million possibilities and when it didn’t synch with what I heard, I cursed myself for not listening properly.”
“But what does the voice got to do with you listening, what crap are you talking about?”
“See, you walk through the forest..”
“You mean you walk through the forest!?”
“No, I mean you. You embody yourself and put yourself in person on some setting such as a forest”
“OK”
“Now what do you see?”
“A way”
“It’s a fucking forest, how do you see a way?”
“But you asked me what I saw, and that’s what i see.. if I should see something in particular tell me then, I’ll go with it”
“Fuck that!”
“No, go on. I’m in the forest”
“You know what, it was much easier when we didn’t know each other that much”
Thoughts on her
Thought may be I should write. Or may be I shouldn’t. The thoughts were haunting me as memories now, taking up ploys and plots to crumble me to bits with the gloom reality of the ordeals to follow this. This here, me dragging my body to the grave pit a day after another in no hurry. May be I’m in a hurry or I tell myself otherwise. I look around, not just me. Everybody’s dragging their baggage, themselves, along the edge of the world. Why is the world spinning? Who spun it atop this space hanging in silk spun off gravity? Among the myriad possibilities of the lifeless stardust, you end up knocking on her doorstep. She refuses to answer to the stranger that comes knocking that day. She enquired though and spoke momentarily to know what I was selling. I lied I wasn’t selling anything while I was almost begging for her to take my soul in return for nothing. Nothing was the payment I expected. Acceptance is much more enjoyable than trade. Only I had to leave with nothing, for she had nothing to give me nor did have nothing reasonable to take up on my offer to take up my soul. So I left with nothing, nothing on my soul. No returns. Just the burden I drag to my pit. Doors I do not seek any. For the sweat broke on knocking will soften the journey as I plough for the seeds to break through. Point is not to be meaningful. Point is to be.
Another day
Just another day. Another ordinary day where you rip off the yesterday out of your head and walk into today’s shoes. Where were you headed yesterday? Are you in the same path as you were when you left it? Did you had to start from the same point or the earth has moved it a tiny bit for you? How do you know where you left the way last night in the dark? When is where in this neverwhere? Do you have to start from the same time as well? Then does it make yesterday today? Or does it make today yesterday?? Or do we have to wait till tomorrow??? Are you still walking the walk? Could you trace back the way? Not in your memories, in real? Walk back few steps before you took a turn and then would you take the same turn? Or out of curiosity, would you take the other? What mind numbing possibilities could all the turns could have lead us into? It’s not a choice you see, taking that turn. May be it appears to be so, bit it ain’t. Choice is when you know what the other outcomes might be. And there’s are no two goats and a car to choose from. You open the door and walk through it. The other doors might even be walled out or a door way to another life. But you’ll never know. And it’s not a choice for you to make. Cause no one ever tells you that the doors are even there. You just walk through endless doors, turn at every turn, every step of the way. There’s nothing more to that. It doesn’t add up to shit. Every turn you meet someone new, you shake hands and part. May be someone you know, if you’re lucky. But you part ways. And step ahead on that wire. The door. The path. It’s not a choice, it’s just your absurd life.
Conversations with her
“What is bothering you so much?”
“You. Your mere existence. The fact that you exist like this shining bright orb in the sky but only a billion miles away. Light years ahead of me and away from me. Eternally moving. Forever graciously. And the only way I could reach you is to lose all that matters and move ahead in light speed. But that won’t be enough. May be I should move faster than light and turn around time and find a better spot in the time-space where we would at least be in proximity of physical reach within our lifetime. Else I could also look for leakage in the continuum and try and slip into some dark spot to find you in some other plane of existence beyond our own.”
“But why!?”
“How would I know? It’s gravity. Maybe. Mere laws of attraction, trying to pull the whole world together. An invisible cloak stitching us into this fabric of existence. Keeping us together and yet far apart. Why would the apple fall from the tree? And not drift and fall far away? I’m no Newton but I’ll like to find out why. Just so that I could sleep in peace and for the love of humanity and bitter curiosity.”
“What’s in it for me then?”
“Pain. As a reminder of your mortal existence. The type you get used to and miss it when it’s gone. The type that seems tough at first and turns pleasurable. Pleasure. If you let it in. And more of it, if you let it devour you. May be a mix of both. But that’s life isn’t it. May be we can experience it in a larger scale. If at all I survive your scorching temperatures and manage to revolve around you, so I could sustain. Else I’m gonna crash and sink and dissolve into the ether.”
Seeking the Reason
What is that you seek, is beyond reach. And the why is that you seek, is within you. A bridge between these two is the how is that you seek and that makes all the difference.