Thursday, November 08, 2007


The Sun forgot to rise in the morning. Inside the filthy cage I heaved, as the outside world bypassed or passed me by through the serpentine green road. No bystanders, except for a wingless dusty grey pigeon that had been eyeing me voraciously and the eyeless cat that held its paw on the bird’s tail.

The rib cage was brittle, yet, it was too strong for the bird to break in. My thousand legs stretched with an arthritic yawn as I swallowed in a millennium of anguish steeped in anger. No, please don’t call me Gregor Samsa. I am just a nameless entity dazed by unblinking stars, a distorted digital rendition of a long forgotten painting.

Somebody strummed a guitar in the distance, a confused clamour in g and d. It rose above the dark carbonised air and shattered into a thousand unreflecting mirrors. I tried adjusting the ID tag cutting into my amorphous body (what ID tag, all it had was my ex-designation and a hyphen in the blood group column) but shards of notes still hung by it, swinging and sighing in contempt.

As the dusty grey pigeon scrambled up to me, I clambered out onto the serpentine green road, into a busy sea of high heels. One press, one jab, one squish. My disoriented thousand legs settled down for a game of bridge with the now rising sun, oblivious of the journey or the destination.


Anonymous said...

Surrender. Somehow the word "charanagathi" sounds more divinely sexier. Hindu mythology says that God expects "poorna charanagathi" towards Him from all of us & only then he will help us from our problems. if there is iota of doubt on his existence & we dont surrender ourselves completely he wudnt heed our prayers or pleas. what does the phrase "God helps those who help themselves" mean then??

its such a feel good feeling when one reads something that one can truly relate to. its so unfair, that some can express their feelings so wonderfully when others can just nod along vigorously.

"I am just a nameless entity dazed by unblinking stars, a distorted digital rendition of a long forgotten painting"... how can someone string a few words together & make such a menancingly meaningful sentence. its so unfair & yeah, i know i am being repetitive here...

"oblivious of journey or destination".... some puzzles have to remain just that, puzzles. thats what make life interestingly boring. oh god, is it just me or am i really being oxymoronish today....

smokecanopy said...

Thank you again, and again, and again for your compliments. I'm glad someone is actually appreciating and getting moved by what I wrote. This makes it all worthwhile.