It’s an ever engrossing read.. Running errands for each other in this battle of survival. At times depressing; at times content; at times heavenly. There’s no clue to the prologue or any idea about the epilogue. And in the midst of these tumultuous pages, there lies the vignette - of the most beautiful essence we all craving for..
An adaptation of the evergreen ‘summer of 69’- our way!
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Monday, December 21, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Into the Dark and Beyond
"It’s yet another wintry December night… With the same quaint town plunging into its quintessential silence; with the same quirky sounds lingering around the little old pond; and with the exact same moments where even time tends to lend a pause…
It’s dark outside. But a lone neon light hangs over the balcony with just as much luminosity as for us to set out for our yet another juvenile ‘one-drop-catch’ cricket spree. How we wish the wind over the trees could survive all odds and hold on its fervour of joy over each passing winter of our lives. Our game kicks off fine. But then the ball goes a bit too far; past the gate, beyond the mere vicinity of our playground… It’s not clear where it is as the only thing conspicuous is ‘Vivid Darkness’ out and beyond the gate. You concede to take up the onus of bringing it back, considering my lack of nerves for the night, or rather for the dark! So, I guess, there is no conflict. You take the charge. Alone… Across the gate… Into the dark and beyond…
And I decide to wait; wait until you head back. But it’s taking long. I can’t see you across. Nor do I discern the harbinger. I don’t even know if you are around. However I decide against a call for an alert to the others. And thus choose to only stand and hope that you would come out eventually. So I wait. The only neon light standing is now gone too. The darkness pervades everywhere. I look up to the sky; it’s even murkier; and I wonder, “Why the hell there’s no star, no moon tonight?” This adds up to the whole labyrinth of agony, being stoked up with every passing second of the wait. But hang on… This outright darkness is now perhaps making it possible to visualize certain things. A vague shadow seems to be floating out near the gate. I am pretty sure it’s you. Perhaps you’d cross the gate now as it’s been really late. But you stand around. I guess I see you smile. I strive to reach out to you; cry out your name in a voice that, I wish, could ride through the silent nemesis of our abstract subsistence; hold your hand tight so that you walk up the gate fine. But the devils won’t let it be- strangling every bit of my effort to despondency. You still stand and smile. Perhaps you are simply playing around; or perhaps the gate is just too unassailable from the other side…"
The wait is on. Dawn raided that night and many more thereafter. But still the chill of the wintry night remains. People say you’re never gonna cross the gate again. I ought to cave in and get along with this popular belief… I wish I could actually…But the traces of that night are not quite prepared to vanish, as yet, not until the gate is crossed- doesn’t matter which side it is from…
For my brother in peace…
Runjhun
Aug, 1983 – Sep, 2006
It’s dark outside. But a lone neon light hangs over the balcony with just as much luminosity as for us to set out for our yet another juvenile ‘one-drop-catch’ cricket spree. How we wish the wind over the trees could survive all odds and hold on its fervour of joy over each passing winter of our lives. Our game kicks off fine. But then the ball goes a bit too far; past the gate, beyond the mere vicinity of our playground… It’s not clear where it is as the only thing conspicuous is ‘Vivid Darkness’ out and beyond the gate. You concede to take up the onus of bringing it back, considering my lack of nerves for the night, or rather for the dark! So, I guess, there is no conflict. You take the charge. Alone… Across the gate… Into the dark and beyond…
And I decide to wait; wait until you head back. But it’s taking long. I can’t see you across. Nor do I discern the harbinger. I don’t even know if you are around. However I decide against a call for an alert to the others. And thus choose to only stand and hope that you would come out eventually. So I wait. The only neon light standing is now gone too. The darkness pervades everywhere. I look up to the sky; it’s even murkier; and I wonder, “Why the hell there’s no star, no moon tonight?” This adds up to the whole labyrinth of agony, being stoked up with every passing second of the wait. But hang on… This outright darkness is now perhaps making it possible to visualize certain things. A vague shadow seems to be floating out near the gate. I am pretty sure it’s you. Perhaps you’d cross the gate now as it’s been really late. But you stand around. I guess I see you smile. I strive to reach out to you; cry out your name in a voice that, I wish, could ride through the silent nemesis of our abstract subsistence; hold your hand tight so that you walk up the gate fine. But the devils won’t let it be- strangling every bit of my effort to despondency. You still stand and smile. Perhaps you are simply playing around; or perhaps the gate is just too unassailable from the other side…"
The wait is on. Dawn raided that night and many more thereafter. But still the chill of the wintry night remains. People say you’re never gonna cross the gate again. I ought to cave in and get along with this popular belief… I wish I could actually…But the traces of that night are not quite prepared to vanish, as yet, not until the gate is crossed- doesn’t matter which side it is from…
For my brother in peace…
Runjhun
Aug, 1983 – Sep, 2006
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