PSEUDO PROFANITY SERVED ON THE PLATTER ALONG WITH IMMORALITY AND A DASH OF CYNICISM [:P]

Saturday, August 4, 2012

When the world skipped a beat and I was the only one who noticed

It was like the inevitable outcome of a wait.
A baby is born at the end of 9 months.
There is wakefulness after sleep and day after night.
You finish what you have started to do or leave it mid-way.
Time moves and the evidence is in closure.

It was one of those things you are promised will happen at the end.
But this was different.
There was the wait and the faith.
Patience for the end, for the "at last".

It didn't happen, it didn't come, there was no end, there was no outcome, there was no baby at the end of labor, no day after night.
And everything moved on just the same. 
Nobody looked surprised or perturbed at the very least.
It was as though nothing was wrong.
Time conveniently skipped an end and everyone was fooled.
It was dream-like. 
Talking to someone you burned yesterday.
Nothing.was.wrong.

It was as though I was the only one who knew what happened.
Nobody believed me. 
This unnatural turn of events went unnoticed.
There was a time when I believed that gaining was the outcome of yearning.
I was proven wrong.


Time still deceives and skips and turns and loops over and over and over again on itself. Well played.




Listen: Cokestudio season 2 mixes, especially 'Yaatra' and 'Badri Badariya' from the Amit Trivedi episode and 'Dungar' from the Clinton Cerejo episode.

Read: Blind willow, sleeping woman by Haruki Murakami, made me want to write again :)