Time, it seems to me is false. A convenient notion, but truth be told; arbitrary. We are told it is a continuum, no space between one instant and the next, no hairline crack between being and not. But there must be a transitory state, however fleeting, however subjective; a moment where a bullet in motion is neither here nor there.
Things happen so fast; you are born, you fall in love, you are old. The greatest periods crammed into the tiniest bits of time; the briefest moments are the very ones that you wish you could capture, dwell upon, live in; We want to, but we can’t …. Good thing that
Ever had the feeling of being limited by your body? Like your spirit is too large, too savage, too bright a light to be confined in this human flesh? Would you prefer being a winged creature to take flight to the skies, or a powerful and ferocious wolf?
In our world, the weapon has replaced the soldier. But the desire to maim with ones own hands, to rip intimately into another’s flesh is still alive. I watched this movie the other day, where the protagonist and his fellow warriors battle an army of wild savages. The savages wore bear skin and believed themselves to be bears as well. They wore the skin as a kind of armour, making them invincible. Makes you wonder….. why it didn’t work for the bear.
You work with what you have. The very definition of art, is to take a thing rooted in reality and transform it into a thing of imagined beauty. At least, that is the goal. Achieving it though, is another thing altogether. Genius, talent, vision, inspiration… words, bandied about all too frequently; necessary of course but not quite sufficient. What the artist really requires is the patience to do it right.
I Hope I don’t get lazy before I get busy with my latest interest, bought myself an expensive toy and I hope it’s worth it.
You walk into an evergreen forest, you vanish immediately into an expanse of titanic trees, into the co-existence of light and shadow , a stream of filtered godlight punching through the dense and tattered tapestry, a funhouse of moist green walls and slippery moss. You see the beauty of night wisps and the slithering king cobra, you smell the orchids and black pepper. Here in this place where the gorgeous and the astounding repeatedly alternated with the scary and the dire, where bubbling life and imminent death tangoed in chlorophyll cinema; If asked this question in sing-along…
One, two, three
What would set you free..
The tree, the bee or the broken knee?
Pray tell, how would you answer?
Trick Question: None… with the air of a man trying to eat a chocolate coated cyanide pill, you can walk into this forest but you shall never walk out
P.S: Thank you Neha, you always had the right answers
I Don’t like commitments, I shun them. Whenever my emotions get the better of me and takes a step forward, I force myself two steps back. But the next day I am haunted by the road not taken, left with a foggy conscience. This time i’m haunted like never before, by the ghost of the possibility of something beautiful or something wrong. I had always managed to fight them off before till they haunted me no more; till my eyes attain a blood red vision out of my good intentions. For now I stand alone in a world that is lost and blown, in a nothing place; In a place where it only rained.
And it rained a sickness, it rained an odor, it rained demons and pale dragons, it rained poison, it rained a seizure. And it rained hard, fast and cold, eating up open fields, flooding empty cities, dissolving all resolve… Soaking, Spreading, Penetrating.
I’ll fight my way out of this one