By the umpteenth time you bury a dream, the grounds would have become familiar to you. The caretaker will greet you with a compassionate nod, not you – you shouldn’t be here again. Then again – no one should. So rather than belabor the point, they will make you some tea, which you will be glad to have –kindness comes…
Author: Woozie
Quanta
How do things unravel? What is the thorn that catches the dress, at the edge of the thread that holds the seam that’s a tad too tight from the tailors tug on the faulty machine from the bumpy ride on the overused road in an over-exacted society running against all odds to make something of their own? . Who’s to…
What they said
“you got to work on that follow through kid” – advices What they didn’t say is what there is in a command. What must means, not that there is a single action that is compulsory in the world. But perhaps, that some actions are unnecessary and counterproductive to whatever you might be looking to achieve. This, of course, is something…
Go quietly into that good night
“Time to put the temper tantrums to the quiet corner” Mos Def . Go quietly into that good night. Remember that it is in the nature of cycles to start again And that to begin is highly dependent on what ends Let go, let go, let go of the light. . Greatness is overrated, ambition much the same And glory…
Only for a nibble
But what happens when the hand that feeds you bites back? Do you hold back in complacency, in fear of dying of hunger or do you search for another way to find food? Tearing yourself away from everything you have ever known and once more diving into the deep, dark, dense, dungeon of doubt? You made it out before –…
Anagnorisis
Mood: Do rockets get sentimental when they lose their first stage booster and engines? Do they have a tearful farewell, thanking them for the work they did to propel the rest of the rocket into space? Do they stop to play a sentimental video and remember the good times, battling with unseen forces like gravity towards finally achieving weightlessness? If…
Get your sandals ready
The secret was in the way you wandered. These sped up snippets that they insist you should write are of little value in the larger scheme of things. The devil was always in the detail and the detail is not searched for – it reveals itself. And it is only revealed to those who linger, who stare at the same…
Tell me again
When you speak of it, it almost sounds beautiful. The thing you are describing sounds like it was something out of a book of poetry. As if it was a utopian magical kingdom with no pain, no clash, no fear. When you describe it, I almost want to go there. Almost want to be there. Almost want to be the…
Beyond now
And then what? Once you have shown it all to them, laid it bare. Once they have sated their appetite for story on the back of your trauma – what next? Will you cover yourself up in shame? Gather whatever scraps of dignity that you have left and build a shrine to your past self? Will you leave it all…
Decay
In the end our 3 dimensional bodies are worn down by consistently crashing through the fourth dimension. Unable to distance ourselves from time, we are torn by it. Like a road, weathered by the rains, we become harder to navigate. What was once smooth sailing is now interrupted by a series of potholes that should have been fixed, but stay…