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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Winter Loneliness - Why Loneliness is Ecstatic?



The music of David Gilmour (On an Island) is creating a dreamlike ambience; the loner is busy writing his chronicle in his studio apartment, he is capturing the ecstasy of being lonely in an overcrowded city. He is mutely inhaling the drifting joy and the lingering silence, he is growing from within, he is catching the stars, and he is alive…


It’s winter again, the sky above his life is still maroon, he is still walking alone amid crowded metro stations, he is still gulping the same purple wine, he is still looking like a confused soul. His inability to communicate with friends, his fear to conquer the everlasting darkness is pushing him towards the tunnel of no return. The winter sunshine isn’t soft, it’s pricking him, he isn’t feeling suffocated, he is just capturing the joy of the spun-out loneliness. 


People stare at him when walks, he feels like an alien and a rejected soul, he is strange, he is hungry, he isn’t normal, he is about to go insane. Loneliness is a curse but for him it’s that beauty in disguise. He isn’t bothered about his boredom; he never whines about the paranoia, he is always in search of the mysterious human life following him like a shadow. 


Let the trains fly, let fishes walk, let the moon swim, let the open sea greet you, let the loneliness be there. He smiles again, he tries to feel the dead lilies, he closes his eyes to feel the delight, to feel the wonderful curse that’s bestowed upon him. He isn’t unhappy, he is just fine. He isn’t complaining, he is just moving along the whimsical tide…

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Wednesday, October 19, 2011

I Am No Romantic Poet…






One day everything will disappear
One day your shadow won’t haunt me
One day all memories will die
One day you won’t find me
One day I will lose you
One day you won’t miss me
One day we will no more see each other
One day you will find your soul mate
But I won’t…
‘cause I don’t want to break my heart again…
It’s made of glass not steel…


I am slowly capturing your ache
I am observing your silence
I am making a picture of your existence
I am trying to paint
I am not trying to escape
I am slowly trying to merge myself
With dust and charcoal
With smokes and void
With your invisibility


I know you are unhappy
You are there, you will be forever
You may laugh at my poems
But you can’t ignore the words written with solid pain.


I have nothing to give
I have nothing to make you happy
I have only words
To satiate myself
To forget your absence…


You flew away; I know you are no more
Interested in my life
I know you are gone with the wind
I know you won’t look back
I know you will also forget my name…
I know you will also become a memory


The bygone light, the eternal darkness
Won’t leave the cursed living room
Everything in my life is momentary
Except the pain that keeps lingering
Just like my old friend,
Just like my shadow
Just like my words
Just like everything
But it’s beautiful, it’s pure delight
It’s fine to dwell in solitude
It’s my passion, it’s my life
It’s about the never-ending pain
It’s my imagination, it’s my lust
It’s something that defines me
It’s something that keeps me detached
It’s my territory, dark but lovely…
It’s my kingdom of ecstasy…


It’s no poem and I am no romantic poet.






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