Sunday 29 April 2012

the actual me...



I was returning to my home after some shopping. At a three way junction, two roads lead to my place. Hmmm... Which one should I take? The one to my right is in a better condition. The one to my left is a shortcut, but it’s in a really bad state. So I decided to ride through the better one, and I was not in a hurry too. That’s when I first noticed it. I thought my eye was tricking me. But I was sure that I actually saw it.
There was another me taking the left road. How’s that possible? Maybe I just saw someone wearing same type of my dress, and riding the same model of my bike, and have a similar body language of mine. Well it could be possible. After all they say that there are 7 people like you in the world. Hmmm... or is it 9? Whatever...
I continued my riding, and after some time I forget about the other me. When I reached in front of a mobile recharging shop, I recalled that my prepaid balance is getting low. Hmmm... Should I recharge it now? I will have to make some calls when I reach home. There were 2 missed call alert in my mobile. So I stopped there to topup my prepaid balance. Then again it happened.
Another version of me continued his riding without stopping there. Aaarrrggghhh.... What the hell is this? Am I going delusional? There is no way that 2 of 7 (or is it 2 of 9...? whatever) in the like list went past me in an interval of 10 minutes. There is something freaky going on here.
Thinking of this I continued my ride. There is a national highway before my place, and I’ve cross it. When I get there, a car was coming from a right, through the highway. Should I cross the NH before the car? Well there were no other vehicles coming and the car was in a slow pace. I crossed the NH before the car. After I crossed, curiosity got the better of me. I checked the rear view mirror only to see another version of me waiting the car to pass, to cross the NH.
Holy crap... Then a whim passed to through me. Whenever I’m taking a decision am creating a new universe, in which a different version of me taking the other choice of the decision. I’m seeing those universes. Parallel universes. And I’m creating them. Or the other version of me is creating this universe in which I exist.  Wow... well in that perspective could I be god? After all I’m creating universes here, aren’t I? Is it about this, which they say like “god resides in your inside”? Hmmm... How many universes have I created this day? How many decisions did I make? And how many universes did the other versions of me would have created parallel to their universes? Wow... it’s going exponential.
To where, are my thoughts taking me? And at last when I reached my home, one question remained. Who’s the actual me?

Wednesday 25 April 2012

rotten...



The wooden bridge spanned there...
Connecting that old road across the banks...
Young but obsolete in design, faded to memories, forgotten...
Watching its contemporary kins fulfilling their calling...
Evaluating the purpose of its own existence...

It’s too late to revive those wooden boards and stands...
Attempts to give it more support went vein...
Those aiding bases gave the inner termites more to feed upon...
Gave them more reason to get obese and weaken its strength...
Adding dead weight to what it remains of once a glorious span...

Praying even for a nomad or a loner to cross over it...
Just to remember its role in the world...
To go back to those old days, at least in its memoirs...
But none came... none heard its weak creaks...
Can’t even collapse on its own without a big blow...
It spanned there... weakened... rotting away of termites...
Dreaming of redemption....

Sunday 22 April 2012

at peace...



Those sharp lines, the alluring pull of power...
Elegant, with the gleaming of any metal...
My hand caressed over its cold body...
The toy of death, heavy in my palm...
Fits like parts of a jigsaw...
Felt like it’s made for this moment...

An epiphany... an urging clout to do something insane...
To pull that trigger... to do something heretic...
The futility of the life pushed me more...
And in a capricious, inebriated moment...
My mind bowed to that whim...

The toy vomited a metal bead, a bead detached from its cocoon...
Propelled with the force of fire, swirling through that barrel...
It seared through my temple...
Making a tunnel through my memories and drilling my skull...

Numbness... no images flashed through my eyes...
No noise heard and no throbbing pain...
Only the wetness of dripping blood through the vacuum of my temple...
And my torso collapsed to the ground...
Floor becomes crimson and wetness was the last thing I sensed...
And finally I was at peace....

Monday 2 April 2012

a satire...



They call me the captain of ship, who lost his compass...
Satire maybe, but alone true...
The ocean, vast and deep...
Sails roped high...
Wind guiding my route to unchartered waters...

Wheel of my vessel unmanned...
Tides rocking the ship like a pendulum...
As I know not my directions and destinations...
Bloodstream filled with booze...
Intoxicated with its languidness...
Elusive, the sail I feel...

Isn’t there a mermaid to make my senses keen...?
Make me concentrate...
Blind my eyes and sanity with her eldritch voice...
To sink in the deepest moore, before the ultimate reincarnation...

So that, when the titanic tides take her away, ...
My eyes would water up so high and could clear any vestige of daze...
The veil of obscurity will make way to crisp vision...
Then the constellations would guide my path...
And I could sail over those satires....