an untold one yet.....a voiceless one...one that needed some kind of expression....an older one...one that needed a revealation....another tale of some distant time.....a tale of a boy who wanted to survive....he just needed to survive.....its a tale of the promises.....that he made from the cradle to the grave.....a story about his unexistin existence.....which he thought was more than on right or wrong.....a journey of discoveries without any proofs.......n' some part of it also happens to be true!....yet far stranger than fiction.
in some far off land which was yet to be raped....wrapped around magnets of myths n' superstitions....where people could still see the sun risin from the east....where the songs that the songbirds sang were more than just a matter for the ornithologists!
in that county....dwelled a couple....of ordinary beliefs n' desires...they had nothin much to lose...they wanted nothin much to gain....n' so they lived their ordinary lives with extraordinary pretensions of contentment.....pretensions so real that even they couldn't make out...but the want was there....right there....they wanted somethin.....somethin to own.....but neither revealed....nor broke down.....it was only in one bright dark night when it showed up....when both were sittin in their backyard of wastes under the sky....both saw a shootin star....n' both made a wish....as if one were the echo of another....as if that star was destined to shoot....only to fulfill that wish of the lonely couple!
n' then the wish took its course.....n' soon....that couple got what they wanted....a child...their child whom they can own....the couple used to hold their child beneath the bowl of stars....with a sign of thankful sigh.....n' so this child came down between the stars.....a child whose fate centered around the fate of a star....a star who himself lost its fate n' got shot down!....a birth markin the truth that tears remain burried deep within every laughter....that there exists junks of dust beneath a handful of diamonds.....that a peaceful stream of wind marks the presence of some violent storm somewhere in strange land.
n' then the story began.....a tale of a boy who wanted to survive....he just needed to survive.....its a tale of the promises.....that he made from the cradle to the grave.....a story about his unexistin existence.....which he thought was more than on right or wrong.....a journey of discoveries without any proofs.......
in some far off land which was yet to be raped....wrapped around magnets of myths n' superstitions....where people could still see the sun risin from the east....where the songs that the songbirds sang were more than just a matter for the ornithologists!
in that county....dwelled a couple....of ordinary beliefs n' desires...they had nothin much to lose...they wanted nothin much to gain....n' so they lived their ordinary lives with extraordinary pretensions of contentment.....pretensions so real that even they couldn't make out...but the want was there....right there....they wanted somethin.....somethin to own.....but neither revealed....nor broke down.....it was only in one bright dark night when it showed up....when both were sittin in their backyard of wastes under the sky....both saw a shootin star....n' both made a wish....as if one were the echo of another....as if that star was destined to shoot....only to fulfill that wish of the lonely couple!
n' then the wish took its course.....n' soon....that couple got what they wanted....a child...their child whom they can own....the couple used to hold their child beneath the bowl of stars....with a sign of thankful sigh.....n' so this child came down between the stars.....a child whose fate centered around the fate of a star....a star who himself lost its fate n' got shot down!....a birth markin the truth that tears remain burried deep within every laughter....that there exists junks of dust beneath a handful of diamonds.....that a peaceful stream of wind marks the presence of some violent storm somewhere in strange land.
n' then the story began.....a tale of a boy who wanted to survive....he just needed to survive.....its a tale of the promises.....that he made from the cradle to the grave.....a story about his unexistin existence.....which he thought was more than on right or wrong.....a journey of discoveries without any proofs.......
to be continued...
4 Comments:
How do you do it?? How do you write so well? How do you portray emotions so beautifully?? How...??!
@mirage -->>>..i wish i could do it...but portrayin emotions..nah..not me...couldn't do it whenever i tried for it..eventually had to use a fake name.....atleast you can confess what you want to!
Umm..ur words are a pleasure to the ears,when i read them aloud.
One phrase melting into the next almost lyrically.
@nomadic_waves -->>.. just for a moment..was tryin to visualize you readin my words aloud....but trust me..that was only for a moment...but gotta tell ya somethin...never known someone so honest...you told when you first came to the Strangers'.."...Shall keep haunting it."...n' so you do....you come n' you disappear....just like a tempest...you feel the presence but still remain ignorant about their existence....do keep comin..n' do keep hauntin...both the stranger n' his inc.
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