Monday, May 16, 2011

Why I stopped running to settle down with a time bomb

A bomb blast, a tight slap just below your ears, a hit on the head, the feeling just before you hit the ground after having a blackout......

Varied situations, yet there is a correlation in all the chaos....

Noise...that peculiar noise...the one that defy's your literal sense of what is real and what is not...it is this noise that connects the missing dots, the bridge that sorts the randomness...

Its sharp, its deafening, its chilling, and its never ending...it manages to shake the inner soul in that small "spatio-temporal" world in which it exists...That noise - Sheer mystique !

I am experiencing that noise more and more with each passing day, and it comes with its own share of add-ons..

Life's become celluloid....life's become melodramatic...well at least thats what i have convinced myself to believe...

I am standing in the center of the frame..everything around me moving, changing, evolving...with me poised in full balance..ready to take the next few steps, and just when i am about to keep my foot down, the noise hits me hard....yet again...

Have I been dreaming or have i finally woken up...

Hey wait! this time its different,...the noise is failing....its almost dead...

Its dead silent again...its pitch dark...did i hear something or was it me just breathing?

And from the corner of my eyes i see the rays...a silhouette in the far distant...

It catches me off-guard when it hits me..and it hits me hard...

There is noise again...the noise generated from the tides of change that hit my soul..

This feels good...there is a certain rhythm in this time bomb...

There is order in this randomness..a purpose even in its destruction...

And so i wait...waiting to get swallowed in the tides of change...

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