I will pick up from where u ended...now that we are buried...as dead as the Egyptians, buried standing, sitting and lying down... (I am still carrying the same flavor as yesterday),
Such a shame it is when you wake up...feels like the entire journey was worth only for that one single split second when ur saving urself from the serpent u know as sleep....but it gets u...in one strong swift movement, and has u paralyzed....the soothsayers once did prophesize this moment...named it as panicking... since it was panic in the mind of the sufferer. We rechristened it as pinacking for men never concur that they can ever be panic-stricken. We think we are strong...but in truth, we are just arrogant...unaware of the treacherous path that lies ahead. The path which runs on the silvery moon...leaves behind tracks of darkness...like bloody corpses were dragged through on a white chariot into hell...
We are in the finest robes of black indeed...
Black is in though. I feel there is a shade everywhere. A feeling that there is no space, no air, just void. A complete era passed while we still laid back watching the stars pass by.
Darkness is all encompassing. It cannot be killed, moved or fought against. There is another way to live with it. Stay dark. I cannot still fathom a day passing by that doesn’t have pinch of darkness in it.
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We men, for all certainty, will run out of time ….it is inevitable….and it’s true that we keep running…we run and run...sometimes leaving a line behind...
But do we also run out of our future? Do we give up on the only thing that enables us to live? Enables us to believe that there is something better, something much more powerful than the black slush swimming in our veins?
I cannot give up on the prospect...I will never...because it is this thought that led me from one cornerstone to another, making me dance on the periphery of my wishes and those of the people standing on the vertices of my own life.
It is this thought that led me from the green to the brown to the white…I cannot run from time...it will get me sometime or the other…I will just follow it.
The wax wings will burn out; throw me down back on the firm grassless parched earth. But I tell u this...I atleast flew up to the sun.
No fear…no regrets…
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And the beast's bellowing ... all you feel is disappointment and bitterly cry out "rock is dead" (that’s Marlyn Manson).
But "o' lord, forgive them, coz they know not what they speak"... this is so soft pink pop-ish bovine...man I hate cows, but I love beef...
Cuz we are in our black robes tonight...
Yes that night.... the hounds of death were howling like there is no tomorrow...or were they just trying to keep 'the beast' at bay? I cannot truly tell...afterall they are all beasts....
All nights were black and some days too...as if the stars were showering prophesies of doomsday and had stopped shining themselves...
And you my good friend were staring into oblivion...utterly helpless, only the cold curd wud soothe your senses every now and then...how would you know.......but I do remember you giving a slight shrewd glance over the shoulder.... approving of the proceedings....and then walking mechanically into the room ...the abode of the jester....while the Druid resumed his role as the protector and made you the best magic potion made of curdled milk with a potful of sweet sweet sugar....
Aside: Oh sweet sugar....why doest thy memory haunt my present? Thou art as sly as the wretched death. Go ye,away from the faintest closeness of my heart.
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