Tuesday, July 7, 2009

i write to lower the fever of feeling

I am restless to a degree in which I have involuntarily defused myself into a slightly subconscious state, could possibly even be delusional. trying to emit vibrations out of every single significant pore. tiny vibrating microscopic molecules, deliriously bouncing off walls as I sit in this translucent force field of mindless grace.

It almost feels like I’m in the sphere of some sort of intangible time warp, I sit and remain motionless, tuning into telepopmusic in this fast motion train in which, is usually awkwardly silent apart from the train sounds, tuning out of this monotonous morning but at the same time thinking about the absurd monotony of just being me, that only exists in me alone, suffocating where I am because I am where I am. Nonetheless, every single day is never the same.. there isn’t going to be another day like today in this world.

I have become part of this daily clockwork and everything else that encircles it, and it has become a part of me. Banality has somewhat, subtly seeped its way into the very marrow of my bones. However, in the heart of my most abstract feelings, I know that this stagnant tide, so anodyne, has been so meticulously patched on my skin so that I am to embrace each slightest tiniest change of pattern that turns into such an imbued significance.

Pulse after Pulse after Pulse.

The emergence of two different motions in this atmosphere of unpleasantly sticky air. Morning train rides, two realities but with equal weights.
My realities are unlimited for I am nothing and being nothing allows me to imagine myself as anything.

The sensation of this inner-restlessness has made my senses become rather subjective, considering I can barely keep my balance on the threshold of reality in which a majority of us generally believe is definite. Well, it isn’t. we suffer from this obscure ailment of only believing in the concrete, observable and measurable things, our myopic visions only allows us to see a thin all-pervading mist..
Reality dangles so elegantly unbalanced beyond that distorted design

4 comments:

भगवान का शुक्र है said...

reality is just a check point for the banality of existence. try to run over it. maybe you'll find a magic doors behind it. aha.

सूर्यकान्ति क्षीर said...

ive been through many magic doors, believe me.haha

भगवान का शुक्र है said...

turn to the next door then. there are plenty of doors for you to sneak in laa. aha.

Anonymous said...

better, squeeze yourself into those tiny keyholes. magic doors are overrated.