Talk. Stop. Talk. Erm…Stop. No, Talk.

Now, I’d like to stop, and go away. I’ll not talk till I feel like talking.

*Time passes*

Now, I’d like to talk. Talk to me. I am talking to you, aren’t I? Why aren’t you talking to me? But don’t talk to me about this and that. I prefer that and this.

*Time passes*

Now, I’d like to stop. I am not talking.

*Time Passes*



Stop making the rules, I said. Either you talk, or you don’t. You aren’t the only one in the relationship. There’s one more person. For a very weird reason, I thought of the East India Company.

No Return

I have drowned enough on this long road. The curves, the blind-turns, the slopes, the accidents; I have survived them all. Mountains in the rear-view. Their smile a thumbs-up. Fare well. There is an unpleasant comfort in the rear-view. Known.

It’s the plains now. The road ends, soon. Just a few moments, and I’ll be renewed. A change of clothes, life, fears, friends, emotions, pain, shoes, perspective, future, and a new set of tyres.

Seems dreadful.

But, I won’t turn back.

Who we Are

Life shouldn’t be so angry with us. We should not be too (angry with life, i.e.). After we have made a big deal of all the things in our life, we should look at our life.

It will be fun.

Broken bangles in a pentagonal, or hexagonal if you prefer, tube.

We will make our meaning of what we say and chest-thump it for a while, because we are too busy to make sense of history.

The Way to Madness

The way to madness must be much easier, than the way that leads us to keep our sanity. For the path to sanity is crowded – with acquired beliefs and a committed slavery to adhere to those. That madness, which I am sure we all seek, has purity; one that convention denies – where we seek it.

Social mithridatism denies that road to purity.

And our souls will be split in two as we walk two diverse paths in the hope that our-half soul, lost in the crowd, shall come join and become one, become pure.

Fast Track

It all happened in a matter of few seconds. From birth to realisation of reality. I almost did not want to believe it, but I cannot forget those eyes. Everything there could have been a mirage, but not those eyes. They were speaking a truth that I have smothered for long. Not that it will gush out now, but at least the slabs of stone that had compressed it, almost to nothingness, have now been dissolved.

I don’t have to do anything about it, I won’t even. But I cannot, now, relegate it deep down there.