Saturday, January 9, 2010

The tender touches vanish quite unexpectedly one day leaving behind no traces, the imprint remains strong in your psyche but the entire craze seems so unreal, like it never even existed and you keep probing quite unsuccessfully to reach out to those various myriads of joy or rather the relics that you think you will be able to preserve. Your first instinct is to increase your caution; your desperation takes a toll on your judgment. You are often exasperated at your callousness for letting it go in the very first place, for not trying harder than you did. After several attempts you realize that nothing, pretty much nothing is there to be ensnared in the unyielding darkness, you are exhausted by that time, which again makes you feel incapacitated, helpless often incomplete…… and this is precisely the moment when the vacant sigh escapes. The brutality of fate injects in you a venom so strong that it gnaws at your very existence… and that is when the tears start pouring out not due to pain, but merely to dissolve the numbness that threatens to engulf our very subsistence, to cease the process of our extinction…

11 comments:

  1. bathed in brine life emerges triumphant ensuing its journey under shadows and sun,a kaleidoscope of colour,a catacomb of darkness.the tides no cease the winds no halt...

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  2. u find it appealing or appalling?jst an emotional respose 2 ur emotional outburst.now dnt u snigger at my incompetence :x

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  3. there is so much maturity in your writing and such deep understanding of feelings..which we dont have..i'm so glad to see you back writing :)..about the post...crying is only a process to mark the end of something and being humans we have to do it..it would not be right if we dont, we'll be animals if we dont be sad when things end.sometimes its better to erase things and start again..sadly such erasing methods are non existent

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  4. what is this? a cross between epistolary and confessional?
    the use of the second person actually heightens the intensely personal tone of the piece.
    and it sounds a teeny bit like the last paragraph of Postmaster. which is to say, immensely soul-searching.
    and analyzing.


    me likes. :)

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  5. shei.......absolutely non existent...... sigh sigh sigh

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  6. @ pria love u darling................mmwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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  7. bahoba mampu aei to chai
    kothao thamey thakis na,thamleo alpo samoyer jonno

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  8. you are wonderful, this is a great post.

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