A hundred thousand needles are inserted in her head
She can’t lay down or rest her head against the wall
She has to be tethered with ropes when she wants to sleep
She smokes grass and weed to ease her pain
And sometimes she screams when she can’t bear it no more
It’s like standing in the middle of a soccer stadium and hear the crazy Vuvuzela
It all began on that dreadful day
The dead eagle on the doorstep
The cat crying in the backyard
The black coal smoke filled garden
And the three hundred years old tree fallen
All the bad omens had lined up to warn her
But she was blind folded.
Blind folded by her love. Oh yes the first new love.
Then it happened.
She ate those forbidden smoking and fragrant wild mushrooms
At first she felt powerful like the invincible goddess Kali
But after touching the sky she started shrinking
Until she was as tall as a hobbit
Her head started to collapse
Like a fish bowl its various pieces strewn all over in just a fraction of second
The rest of her stood there motionless and frozen
Kids from the neighborhood got together
And started putting all the broken pieces one by one
As though it was some jigsaw puzzle
But it wasn’t easy to hold that monstrous head intact
That was then they called out for the army of elves
They worked their magic through the night
And there she was a girl with hundred thousand needles in her head
She is alive now but then again often she asks how much alive am I
Thirty percent or forty percent
For she doesn’t feel anything in her head other than that excruciating pain
Her mother would play piano and sing songs and tell stories to calm her
Every calmness has a shelf life unfortunately
It would get broken by bouts of ghastly pains
Yet she continues to live
With hundred thousand needles in her head
In between fragments of calmness and pain
She chooses to breathe in and breathe out
I am wearing my runner shoes
To tread on the roads unknown
I don’t know what trees grow there
What birds inhabit those lands
I aint got no idea about people there, what are they like
I aint know nothing
And that makes it enchanting
The uncertainty of all of it
In uncertainty of all sprouts new wonderful possibilities
The seeds of my experiences are nurtured here
I drag along my suitcases to the new roads
Roads I have never travelled
The tar and the charcoal beneath my feet feels creaky
I walk a thousand steps
I made friends with the mountain dog
He told me stories that were never told
Of ghosts and trolls that house those mountains
I feed the dogs left over bits of biscuits
He told me he had not eaten for fifty years
I pat him on the head
He told me more stories that are better left untold
The sky above me lit up to million stars
Each shining brilliantly like the lantern in huts of my village
I hear the werewolves howling
As if preparing for a new gang of wars
I tumbled into a slumber
But the black dog does not sleep
He got to guard the woods
Night is a playground of many animals and mosquitoes and insects
They come out in the dark, make noises, play and kill and mate
The forest otherwise silent is buzzing with their mischievous sounds
In my dream, I heard a leaf curling close to my ear and whisper softly
Leave the jungle
Your bags are packed
Your shoes still not torn, Run Run and Run
A ray of morning light meandering its way through the pine trees
Caress my face like the hands of my grandmother
I know I must wake up
I must go to new roads
For all my bags are packed
I am wearing my runner shoes
blackness or wickedness
who is to say.
Black so black and sharp so sharp
a chill runs down the spine
Nine seconds have passed
cat eyes hasn’t blinked
ears twitched and tail wiggled
dear o dear a spell has been cast.
The Satan has won once again
captive in those cat eyes
is the Soul.
The soul, the heart, the life, the light
are silent and dark and empty like the centre of the cyclone.
Emptiness beckons once again
searching for the Soul.
Looked hither and looked thither
the Soul wasn’t no-where.
Nine seconds have passed
nine years have gone by
nine lives have been breathed
Cat eyes hasn’t blinked
Blink o blink
close those deep black eyes
Thy Soul is there
just right there.
after a long tiring day, dis was the time to talk and listen to myself peacefully and patiently.. flushing out the toxins of the day and rejunivating.. watch people around walking their pets..birds perched on the pavement.. the soothing rustling of leaves..wind felt like romancing my face and playing with my hair.. the air so fresh and tranquilising would viberate me with energy..
and would leave me covet for god knows what.?
This mechanical tic toc is capable of producing different guises at different situations.
It could be the melancholy of a deserted and dilapidated house, the tranquility of marooned beach, happiness of listening child’s first words, enthusiasm of buying a vintage car, contentment of seeing your loved ones sleeping peacefully, music when the guitar strings are pulled, lying on a death bed and counting your last few breaths..
Tic Toc goes on incessantly..
Tic Tocs could be the reminders of colassal histories ot the very moment or the insight in to the crystal ball..
They say what cant be cured must be endured. Tic Tocs are beyond human control. So i aspire to live every tic toc happily and fully..
I feel the one with the universe
savouring the blades of green grass
playing with the dew drop on leaf
creating sketches in the sky
smiling with the sun, moon and stars
gliding on the waves of pristine blue waters
climbing the stairs of heaven
dancing on the music of my soul
I feel absolutely full
happy am I or happiness is inside me
all I say Universe is divine