I want you to close your eyes and imagine all the thoughts,the life gone by, go before you like cinema reel....
They move like an interminable stream of never ending tapes going over and over again repeating themselves in new creative ways to create an illusion that everything that goes on,everything that runs on day after day is a novelty .....what they actually are ,are tapes overlapping one over the other, connections shortcircuited,writings on walls smudged by the etches of winds carrying sand..........
But these winds,these short circuits...they give me hope......they flow, they change......each moment to their own sweet whim......the winds....each second they hear what every blade of grass ,every corner of the cave,every sanddune has to say....the short circuits....they light up and call to attention the attentions of the attentionless ........
But then the caprice of winds has its cost.you never know where the next moment will take you. where the reality ends and where the fantasy begins....you never know when the next fuse is going to blow....
For you to decide the path you want to tread it comes down to a simple choice....
Would you like to keep on tasting one spoon each of every type of eatable made on on earth or would you rather keep eating your favourite ice cream for the rest of your life.
would you do like your tapes...would you like the numbing and gut wrenching sensation of eating your blackcurrent icecream over and over again ...and
knowing that tommorows breakfast is going to be no different,nor is the lunch.nor the dinner....nor is the next day,the next year, nor are the decades to follow be any different from that sensation you have right now...and you know this slow tiring feeling is here to stay and this is the flavour you have to stick with it till god decides that you have had enough.........
I prefer the winds for you may hit an ocaasional teaspoon of human spleen, but theres always the wait for a shot of long island tea.....its that wait that keeps you going.....the wait is what life is all about...it gives you hope and tells you that the next sweet teaspoon is just round the corner.... i will rather take my chances with the uncertain direction of winds,of banging into a concrete wall on a foggy night than a ritual playing in a monotone over and over again........of a blackout in a hurricane than the doldrums in the pacific ocean......
what about you.....
read it once again......iam sure the flavour of your teaspoon will change.....
