My incoherent words aren’t giving a voice to my incessant thoughts. They are wandering almost aimlessly like the molecules of a random chemical reaction. Words have often betrayed me in the past. This time though they aren’t betraying me. They are simply playing hide and seek.
After all it has been long since I played with them. They were pals with my thoughts, not long ago. But today, they seek vengeance from me for not having indulged with them. It was with them, that I spent my wilderness and solitude.It was first through them,that I heard I was a coward a Dalle Bata.It was them who conveyed to me that it was time for me to leave the Firdaus.It was them who saw me in love with the cricket on my wet window just after the first monsoon in exile.It was them I would hide so as not to reveal my tongue for fear of reprisal. It was through them that I explained the meaning of Rasul Mir’s verses to my beloved. It was them who got stuck between her and my lips the first time we kissed. It was with them I wrote my obituary and my life after.
Today when they sink into the abyss of my empty self to hide,I seek them to draw images of the day when my daughter had her first tryst with them.Like a prostitute who bewitches her customers to sleep with her, I seduce my estranged words with thoughts. I plead with them to come out of the abyss.They hide and I seek…..
After all it has been long since I played with them. They were pals with my thoughts, not long ago. But today, they seek vengeance from me for not having indulged with them. It was with them, that I spent my wilderness and solitude.It was first through them,that I heard I was a coward a Dalle Bata.It was them who conveyed to me that it was time for me to leave the Firdaus.It was them who saw me in love with the cricket on my wet window just after the first monsoon in exile.It was them I would hide so as not to reveal my tongue for fear of reprisal. It was through them that I explained the meaning of Rasul Mir’s verses to my beloved. It was them who got stuck between her and my lips the first time we kissed. It was with them I wrote my obituary and my life after.
Today when they sink into the abyss of my empty self to hide,I seek them to draw images of the day when my daughter had her first tryst with them.Like a prostitute who bewitches her customers to sleep with her, I seduce my estranged words with thoughts. I plead with them to come out of the abyss.They hide and I seek…..
6 comments:
One Word - Awesome!!!
thanks Nomad...
Very well written rashneek ji..
and for tara too, the hide and seek game has begun.. A game she too might play all her life- joining each letter to form endless sentences, to search for the meaning of this existence.
Rock on..!!!!
its funny isn't it, how words are required to give a meaning to electric transmissions in our brain so that we may explain these electric impulses called thoughts, to the outside world. When the outside world doesn't care for them, we formulate more words just to say 'I don't care'.
Someone intelligent has said rightly, 'the big bang was a cosmic burp'.
Rashneek bhai,
I haven't reached that level still where I'll appreciate your writings. So, I would prefer Thanking you for connecting words in a great was for this very written post.
Everything indeed revolves around this four lettered word. Though no one might have ever thought about it.
I look forward to more...
Thanks Pooja,Aditya and Nerd
Yes Pooja,"the hide and seek of life for tara has just begun"
wonder what she seeks and what she hides...
nerd...as always your comments fascinate me...they get stuck between reason and abstract...
Aditya...next post....
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