Lundi, 24 septembre 2007

As they stepped out from the store, and walked on the road, Neelakanth tripped, lost balance and almost hit the floor, but he managed to regain his poise just in time.

“Fucking shit! Bastards can’t even make proper roads!”, he muttered to Persie.

“It’s not been your day! First you forget your coat and it rains, and now…”

“It can’t be your day, when the first word you utter as you wake up is fuck”

“I feel for you…”, replied Persie after a few moments, feeling like he had to say something to fill the void, which had turned into an awkward pause.

The rain had stopped, but had dampened the weather. The humidity level was very high, it was that time of the evening when the traffic was at its worst, so the combination of the pollution and high humidity level didn’t make it easy for the pedestrians.

“Look at this stain below my shirt! I stink!”, Persie raised his arms to show the circular sweat tarnish that had been formed on his pinkish shirt. “I got to hit the shower before my date!”

“Put that arm down! It really stinks! And it’s not pretty! You got a date tonight? Anjali?”

“Nah, this girl I met during the elocution. You don’t know her.”

“Oh, alright. That’s cool, where are you guys going?” Neelankanth was still dealing with the ‘you are not the one for me’ he had to hear from Sati two months ago. Sometimes, he wished he was like his friend, and got less attached to the people he met. His mind was not involved in the conversation. He kept looking at the people around, and wondered hopelessly, what lives they lead… What was the purpose of their saying ‘Hello’, walk, drive, live? He felt deep pity and warmth for them all, and considered being deeply connected to every one who was on the road at that moment. He then thought about himself, and speculated if he himself had attained what he had wished for his own life. He felt a deep sense of hope and despair at the same time.

“Don’t know. Probably a movie and dinner. Who cares? You know, she’s got this real peculiar habit of getting too close to you when she talks… I mean, it’s like she’s telling me kiss me every time we talk! And sometimes, her breath, really…get a mouth freshener for god’s sake!”

“Ne fais pas le con! I’m sure she’s cool. You’re just a piece of shit!”

“Yeah, well, whatever… you’re going home?”

“Nah, think I’ll go to The Other Side of Darkness, get a beer or something. You got time to join?”

“Nope. Better push up. But I can drop you there if you want?”

“Na, it’s cool, I’d rather walk.”

“Aight, am off. Ciao, Neel.”

“Yeah, later. Don’t treat her like a cunt! Ciao”

Although far, Neelakanth headed for his favorite jazz café walking, while pacing himself gently through his favorite areas of the town. He hummed the tune that had been his favorite at the moment. He liked this road, because it was one of the few areas that had maintained the old town architecture; the people here generally seemed to have more time to smile at strangers, and on the whole, appeared more relaxed. Trees also adorned both sides of the street, and he hoped this would help him change his perspective and incline him into being more motivated to do, do something. To change. To improve.

He entered the bar, and ordered a beer.

The burly dark man from New Orleans, dressed in black tuxedo, a purple shirt and a black tie fingered the saxophone like an eagle soaring the skies, as he played a rendition of an old Charlie Parker piece.

Neel’s spirit soared. He knew this was the one place he felt alive. He felt grateful… He gulped his beer and ordered another one.

Mercredi, 19 septembre 2007

emptiness is a void that can be filled by the space between you and me
to fulfill the ecstasy of an errand unfulfilled by its objectivity, you must take a chance on the ridiculous power that you possess
prowess to the think, to do, to make it happen
if you see the line, you can either walk it or run towards it
you have the choice to stop, turn back and choose another way
to feel impartiality, no nonsense, only the difference in aptitude
you say yes, i say no
what’s the feel, you ask?
i say, it no matters why we walk
let us talk, let us walk
through the sound
you vibe in elation
many things happen
some matter, some don’t, but they do happen…not for nothing
‘cos nothingness is purity in its subsistence
perseverance in the moment of despair?
why? let us quit
quitting is easy
prolificacy in the art of letting go
parameters, guidelines, norms
fuck ‘em
turning the page to a book that reflects no light
to my dead poetic brain
miscellaneous traveling with my mind
one can fly across galaxies in seconds
to reflect the unseen? or only the known?
imaginative until the unknown becomes reality
with my spirit, i call unto thee, oh my non experienced better imaginative self
procured with my existence to delight in the non delightful parity
to breathe, be bliss and to live…

Mercredi, 12 septembre 2007

lentement, il marcha vers son destin. il le sentait, il arrivait à la fin de sa journée et il eu le sentiment fort qu'il atteindrait son but, quoi qu'il ne possédait aucune idée de se que celui-ci s'agissait.

il rencontra une fourmi qui leva sa tête et lui demanda 'combien d'effort as-tu mis pour arriver ici?'

et il répondit 'je me suis laissé allé, j'ai pas trop mis d'effort, c'est comme si le chemin avait été pavé à mon avant, et je l'ai suivi.'

'donc, tu n'as pas travaillé, tu n'as pas émit des effort, subi une sueur pour ta labeur ?’

‘si, si, j’ai travaillé…travaillé dur… mais, toujours avec le sentiment que j’étais dans la bonne voie, la voie qui était à moi. Donc, mon travail c’était mon bonheur. Je n’ai pas éprouvé que mon travail fût un effort, mais un plaisir. Pendant les moments de doutes, de réflexions, la beauté autour de moi me rassurait qu’il ne mène à rien de désespérer…il y a toujours autant de possibilité dans la vie…’

‘monsieur, je vous laisse le chemin… vous avez bien vécu.’, répondit la fourmi en faisant signe de respect.

Un peu plus loin, il rencontra un chien…

‘as-tu déjà été aimé ? est-ce qu’on t’a émit de l’amour, des embrasses, des caresses dans ta vie ?

‘plus qu´être aimé, j’ai aimé…, et il n’y a pas meilleur que d’aimer, c’est un autre univers d’aimer. c’est un univers incompréhensible où le mal, le bonheur, le plaisir, la peine forment un tout complet d’une mesure si importante qu’on arrive à s’oublier.’

le chien se rapprocha de lui, et il le caressa.

Ensuite, une cigale se posa sur son épaule.

‘as-tu déjà chanté, dansé pour aucune raison ?’

‘la vie est si amusante ! pourquoi ne pas chanter, ne pas danser, ne pas siffler, ne pas sourire, ne pas se laisser aller et courir dans les rues ?’

La cigale et lui continuèrent à marcher dans la rue ombragée par des feuilles d’arbres, au crépuscule, le soleil se couchant, arrivait à une taille si gigantesque qu’il semblait avaler la rue, les arbres, l’homme et la cigale….