Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The symphony of life is a bittersweet one, but we hardly get the opportunity to strike the chords, so lying back in my bed when I try to call upon my muse it shows its middle finger and asks me to fuck off. I try to find sense in my failure; try meaninglessly to search for that one thing that could inspire me, invigorate me and I gradually end up in perpetual agony of hopelessness. They say desperation is born out of despair, but my anguish comforts me, bizarrely it keeps me sane. I see that my addiction towards that inactive stage grows each time I lose the battle against my dormant vision.
Am I finally losing it or is it that the canvas of life is too dark to be colored by mere words? Perhaps I am too freaking lazy to correct my idiosyncrasies.
A perfect product of this ‘fucked up era’ where my crippled emotion is my only refuge, where expressions become a luxury for I am too goddamn exhausted to play with prosody. I am stuck in an orb…confined in a niche I have carved for myself where thoughts elude my empty brain and aggravation sedates my tautened nerves.

I assemble up to type my hollow words and then I lounge back yet again to leer at my futile efforts…I slither back to enjoy the mirth of oblivion.

written by ananya chatterjee

12 comments:

  1. u seem confused wid lyf wandering aimlessly in its alleys n bylanes trying to figure out the meaning and truth through glasses tainted wid pessimism as also hopelessness.As for the literary style it no doubt establishes ur identity as an erudite competent writer.

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  2. i dont search for anything in life i just dont appreciate what it shows me

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  3. I absolutely hate life, but then I learn to love it and live the way it never asked me to …

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  4. koto shokto shokto word likhish tui baapre.........good thing if i cannot comprehend, i can always turn my armadillo hide............

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  5. auroboros abar ki jinish??????????????
    shokto wrds ami likhi?

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  6. btw alok wish i could live life that way too but thn it never asks me to do it and so i dnt kno wat dat living otherwise means u kno....hope i made sense...coz i rarely do these days

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  7. ai sob shunyota thekei kobita jonmo nay.....a very true feeling a poet goes thru..

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  8. thank u darling but i still cant read ur blog.... any clue y?

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  9. Kaninika BanerjeeApril 7, 2009 at 1:31 PM

    hey!!! eta na khub caliginous hoeche....

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  10. ya i know but i wrote exactly how i felt...robi majhe majhei bole am too dark...

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  11. aah touche ananya....loved it

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