Memories of the Wind.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
The lizard on one corner.
I was a lizard perched on one corner of the wall, watchin with earnest intent the man who was lying on his bed. His eyes were distant; his face bitter as if he was holding a secret too heavy to bear; to share. He was a jailbird of his own emotions.
The man had earlier woke up to an ominous dream. In his dream, she had sunk to the abyss of vice and jumped willingly into bottomless pits of despair. He felt an impulse to protect her, yet he was too powerless to do anything. She did not respond to his calls, his desperate wails for her attention. He could only watch the entire episode unfolding right before his eyes.
In reality, they had drifted apart, like sure mists forming and rising, and dispersing in all that turbulence. He felt so much like a distant stranger at her door, secured by locks that have never been. Once, they have been connected by an emotional presence, now it went up like the mist. News of her, he heard through the voices of others.
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I had known him well, yet I do not really know what he was thinking, all these years.
The man had earlier woke up to an ominous dream. In his dream, she had sunk to the abyss of vice and jumped willingly into bottomless pits of despair. He felt an impulse to protect her, yet he was too powerless to do anything. She did not respond to his calls, his desperate wails for her attention. He could only watch the entire episode unfolding right before his eyes.
In reality, they had drifted apart, like sure mists forming and rising, and dispersing in all that turbulence. He felt so much like a distant stranger at her door, secured by locks that have never been. Once, they have been connected by an emotional presence, now it went up like the mist. News of her, he heard through the voices of others.
..
..
I had known him well, yet I do not really know what he was thinking, all these years.
Labels: musings, random, strange, The Emo Club.
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