Rainy Day Notes – 3

This is it, that’s all, it’s a new world
Sun is losing its brightness
the moon diverted somewhere in space
the light inside is still growing
Spilling tears doesn’t make any sense
This is it, that’s all, the world is becoming older
No, nothing has changed
Still, the trees throw their leaves without regrets
raindrops are shining for no reason
Our world will stop one day, just wait
this is it, that’s all, it is just another day,
still you’re looking for someone,
the roads are wet, there is someone’s poison smile floating in the cold air
still you’re waiting for someone’s message
you haven’t realized that your shadow is not with you
your unpublished stories about kisses are burning somewhere
have you seen that girl who is standing on the wet coral reef holding a red balloon?
have you seen the flying fishes and swimming birds once in your lifetime?
have you read someone’s stories from their eyes?
have you ever seen a blind person’s dreams?
Look at your face, all you see is emptiness, the growth of self-deception.
Don’t look back, this is it, that’s all, it is getting darker, rain may come.

Hairstyle

The places are noisy; no, noises are spreading all over the place, or we are all made up of noise, or we make noises, so we are noisy, or we are all made up of noise. Morning vegetables are welcoming us, as well as the cold dust storm, but it is struggling to enter inside our nose because of the face mask. Those street dogs are waiting for the butcher shop to open. A cold everywhere, but I didn’t feel the cold because of the heat inside me, which means my body temperature. I can feel my breath inside my mask because of my fast walking.

Checking the faces of people through their eyes, yes, eyes can show the faces. Faces are just for our expressions through our face muscles, but the real expression comes out from the eyes. We cannot find any expression from a dead person’s face is only because of his closed eyes. Have you seen any dead person’s opened eyes? I saw one, but I can say that a dead person’s eyes might have lots of stories to tell us. What about blind people? Their eyes are everywhere on their body. Blind people can see through their ears, nose, hands, and legs.

I’m not interested in seeing the repeated images through my way, so imagination is the only way to see the images in a way where I would like to see them. How do we see the full moon? Shining plate. No gravitational force, stones, and mountains are the reality. Who trained us to see the moon as a metaphor? Someone who doesn’t want to see things as they are in life. Are we observing ourselves in a way as we are? Being real is one of the trickiest things on our small earth.

I stopped near a shop to buy snacks. The guy inside the shop looks like Bob Marley because of his hair. When he started to pack my order, I appreciated his hairstyle. He looked at me and told me that he was a saint who belongs to a community, from the foremost corner of South India. But I didn’t tell him that I still liked his hairstyle only because of Bob Marley. If I showed Bob’s picture, he might think of Bob as a saint, because we like to see things we wish to see.

People are busy walking along in the thick, dusty air. Like planets, we kept rolling. I also started to roll in my space like any other day.

Held

Recently I’ve watched a movie ‘Held’. A couple going for a vacation in an isolated place. Obviously, Hollywood has no other choice not to avoid a killing scene. Yes, it is happening. I’m not interested to explain the story, but one thing that is very interesting to understand that the theme is unique. One person is trying to control other person with the help of a secret organization. While watching this movie, I’ve understood one thing, that is, why a person wants to control someone in the name of love? It always leads to psychotic behavior. This movie, with many twists, is an interesting narration and explaining different levels of human relationships in a subtle manner. It is not always a cakewalk to understand other’s intentions unless we trained ourselves to be mind readers.

When we are analyzing the meaning of control, it is happening within the family in the name of love, taking fascist responsible on other’s life, “what the society thinks”, self-pride, economic reasons, and so on. In the movie ‘Held’, people are spilling blood when the control is taking over each other. If the relationship is not working, an educated society takes a different level in a legal way, but it is not working in the imbalanced minds of the conservative crowd. There is a hidden line that we couldn’t see which is going to create a disaster between relationships.

So her sky is Purple

She much cares about colours. According to her, our minds are made of colours.

She tied her shoelace again without any reason. Sometimes she does that, she unties it and ties it again. Most of the times she stares at her shoes and talks to someone who is not in front of her. She isn’t mad, but its a method of madness. She felt in a way that no one can imagine. She left from a meeting where higher-level management people gathered together to discuss their product. She ran out of the room after finishing her coffee. She likes coffee, you can see it in her social network profile page, especially coffee without cream. She let her lips to taste a coffee’s bitterness slowly and steady. During that time, she doesn’t allow anyone for any conversation, strictly between her and coffee, a mutual attachment.

Sometimes
In a fine day, she is lucky to get a window seat on a city bus. She closed her eyes for sometimes and took her earphone outside. She forgot how many times she had played this song. Lyrics reflect her and never get tired of hearing it again and again. Sometimes she opens a book and stares at the lines without reading it. She felt like someone is stalking her. She avoids eye contact with strangers, likewise the direct contact with real meanings. She likes lies, she lies sometimes.

Before the blood and formula
Before the blood, she never felt it between her thighs. Her green eyes slightly shocked for a few seconds. Before the blood, she felt the happenings. She uses sign languages to talk with her. Before the blood, she learnt to play the piano. She’s obsessed with C major. Her smooth fingers play it wildly. She is having a special relationship with her apartment flowers and she found the formula to grow them.

Open her diary
The sea moved towards me, my legs were not on the ground, salty water smelt like blood. Here again, I am melting along with this moon. Staring into the eyes of waves. The secret lies lying beside us, and that people are hanging, their eyes popped out, their bodies stopped asking oxygen. We have to skip to see it again. My bloody smart people, I’m walking along with you all. I am not tired of being with you all. I am a machine, a human-machine. I will record whatever you say, however you talk to me. I will not reply to you anyway, I don’t have instant answers, I’m not walking with imagination in my pocket. See me, my nudity, my organ is staring at you. You rape me or tear me apart. My body would not react to you. Did you understand? No, you don’t. I will tear my wrist with a rested blade, will you taste it? Come, come to me, hug me and taste my blood. Your tongue shouldn’t miss my sweet poison. My branches were already chopped by the time, but not my roots. My roots will catch your legs, see your eyes, I can see the panic in you.

Travelled in a dwimmer-crafty, encompassed by shades, never happened ere. Dealing with all the detailed scenes. The second act isn’t started yet. Several minutes ago, I was watching the watch, watch watches me too, needles were smiling at me. Numbers were pushed the time into a deep silence; observing billions of smileys on their minds, waiting for another new day along with old perceptions. There where I can find the period and euphonises; showered by poison kisses and blue sky and red hands. Why those kisses are so cold to me? What would happen if someone forgets the kisses? Cunning eyes, a sweet poison, the tongue of another world is licking me, paralyzed me. I am struggling to get up to my real world. Is there any world in real face? NO…I am slowly dominated by that world. Don’t seduce me…seduce me…don’t…leave me alone…don’t leave me…don’t bite my lips…drink my soul…eat me…slice me…Let my dreams hold me tightly. They are dancing in the dark. Can you see it? Always like feathers, they are flying on the air. Searching something between their rational minds. Can you feel it? I have been seeing these past several days, pushing my anarchist side. Without any hesitation, anyone can interrupt someone’s unknown story.

Rainy Day Notes – 2

 

 

rAiny dAY nOteS…

The Fourth Wall

Smiles and Kisses

A page alive

Floating dust

I can’t take this anymore, I thought today will be a usual dusty traffic day. But I ended up pushing my vehicle. It was not my regular exercise, but the vehicle was out of gas. I pushed with full concentration to stop at a nearby gas station. My mind was creating gas stations all over the city, but the reality was that I needed to push for another two kilometers. The mind doesn’t have any logic, it can create things as per its wish. I considered pushing an overweight object as an exercise, just so I can feel free from the tense situation.

I asked myself, “Why me?”

In a way I motivated myself to do it. Therefore things worked out without any obstruction. I can’t blame the pollution, because I’m one of the people who contributes to the pollution in this city. The more and more I contribute, the more I receive. I felt like people were staring at me, and it was not a surprising moment for them to see a person pushing his vehicle.

Birds flew above me, and I felt as though they laughed at me.

A slew of emotions flipped as feathers inside me. In another way, I was happy that I’ve compensated this situation for skipping my gym this morning.

“Eureka, eureka!” I exclaimed; I had found a gas station and I felt like a person who found water in Sahara dessert.

I had pushed my bike so fast and reached the gas station.

After filling the tank, I got irritated by another thing – about the person who was driving in front me. I have no problem if someone overtakes me. But this fellow knew the art of irritating others.

We are already spreading pollution in this city, but this person is trying to contribute bonus cigarette smoke. Holding the cigarette in a stylish way and tapping with another finger that god gave to him to remove the ash from the tip of his cigarette.

This time I felt that I have to do something about these kind of morons. This hot climate is nothing as compared to my high blood pressure. It will burn this cigarette smoking genius. I checked the number plate color, it was not taxi. I’ve no idea about how many times I’ve shouted at these kinds of people. It might sound like opera to them, but I’m still finding the way to deal with these so-called educated people.

Our vehicles stopped at a signal but also felt that people usually don’t respect traffic rules.

I tried to make a decent conversation or rather, a decent fight that was expected to ruin his day and mine as well. I called out to him from my bike.

“Hello, hello”

He turned towards me.

I asked, “Why don’t you keep an ashtray inside your car?”

“Why?”

“You are scattering ash on others”

“What’s your problem?”

“I’m a non-smoker. That is my problem”

He looked at me as though I was a traitor, and that he could file a complaint on me under any section number.

His appearance had the corporate look. It described that there was no big deal about this, which signaled me to move on. I needed to check whether this person was a bodybuilder, so I could be quite safe on using words or else I would end-up in hospital where there is a no smoking zone. But luckily he is not. He could be nearly forty. He looked like he was always ready for fight.

He ferociously replied, “You have no point at all. I’m smoking inside my car”
I immediately reacted to his line like a lawyer who got a very good point, “Why don’t put the ash inside your car. It belongs to you.”

Again he grinned at me, “what is the big deal man?”

Suddenly he became to act like American government that he can easily manage all his mistakes and tried to show his powerful remorseless look at me.

“Can’t you have any common sense”, I shouted at him. Yes, I know it is a very typical line that I’ve used against him without any common sense. I could’ve use hard words or by increasing my tone or I could’ve torn my shirt to show my superman physique.

It was not at all making any sense for anyone who was standing near us at that signal. Traffic light is still showing red. Further, the traffic police was busy in controlling the traffic and I could see one traffic officer who was sitting on his bike and smoking.

Is it smoking day? Do I need to celebrate with these people by smoking in public without any regret?

I’ve noticed some smokers are also speaking against felling trees. But what they don’t know, is that the cigarette smoke can also kill many trees.

“Dude”, he called me to earth.

“Don’t kill yourself thinking too much. See, I’m throwing the cigarette”, he put the cigarette on the road with fire on it. I stepped outside from my bike and put my shoes on the cigarette to put off the fire.

At the time, like a climax of a movie, the signal turned to green, and he started moving giving me a grin.

I could understand that he would be taking another cigarette and fire its head in a stylish manner to eat somebody else’s head in the same day.

I moved along with the carbon monoxide to my office.

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