To a city far lovelier than this could ever be or could hope to be"
A lack of the sense of belonging, where do I belong? Am I really an OUTSIDER? They make me interpret, untold; yet felt! I write, as I have lost all the leisured measures to reach out, to CONFIDE! May be the nights that my loneliness have envisaged as grotesque nightmares have their unending innuendos! When words fail, you revert back to silence: pitch black, and self explanatory! .. There lies the castigating difference between quietness and silence: "quiet is peace, tranquility, turning down the VOLUME knob of LIFE! Silence is pushing the off button of life shutting it down all of it. "The self exposed silence of the common faceless, nameless mob, often indulges in self imposed one, "who seek CONVICTIONS to speak their cause by not speaking at all!" What I dwell amidst is the quintessential silence, of a self confined existentialist, who has taken cover in a dark attic, curled up all the edges, and tucked them under! Once had I been a LEGEND among men, who sought LOVE, and was I there like the mystique aura of kopai borne veil: of languishing peers and ever accessible hues. Ashes, I am now, all clustered into the hollow walls of silence like the ruins of ancient Mahenjodaro, the echoes fade with the poised lustful dusk. The echoes never chose to come back like pyramids of time, the devourer: Tempu deux rerum! Only the hollow wind that passes through; distilled and condensed, is impregnated with the far away music, not the one of retreat, but the roads less traveled, less opted, less explored. Music is there. Within the hollows of the ashes...whoever searches my traces will find them carefully protected within the darkest corners of their OWN lives. Music speaks even today, barring the noise, the cacophony of existence cavalcades of masks in the busy streets. It's the way of life they say: some men leave a trail of legend behind them, because they give their spirit to the place where they have lived, and remain forever a part of the rocks and mountain streams. It Isn't the Time that's passing by, It is YOU & I.