if u have a head?....
Listless, restless. Body refuses to move. Mind refuses to be still. A strange kind of manic paralyis.
What needs to be done is obvious! Yet it cannot be done.
The snakes inside my scalp wriggle and thrash around. venomous fight for freedom. A male Medusa in the making. The pain. I gently bang my head on the wall willing them to stop.
The thoughts and the snakes. Poisons in my brain. No tears. Just that swirling empty feeling. A bottomless pit finds it way into my stomach. Then something violently finds it way out of the depths. Dinner. Wry smile. Water. The snakes are calm. One gut wrenching purge done.
The thought poison still rages. How much more violence to purge the other? What shall be the price?
P.S This was scribbled a long time ago.
-thus sprung the ganges through the locks of rudra
Sun and earth, Moon and the madness
The moons madness had to fall on the accursed day. The evening spent on
"the alchemist". The mush that is the brain has only gotten mushier. Raving lunacy. What has changed, what have we learnt, nothing. Yet here we are rambling again. No one will understand what we have written. T'was so written so as no one will understand, even the one who is supposed to.
The sun nourishes the earth. The sun must be in love, unrequited love. It can embrace the earth only by its warmth. A distant warmth. It giveth but it cannot take. Even if it breaths so much as a thought of seeking (or lets a yearning sigh), the third rock will be forever changed, burnt and scarred of its beauty. A violent scape of red and yellow, with no blue. So the sun has to be blue beneath all its feiry red and yellow. Blue yet happy as only someone who pines way can be. Hark the sun, see then it in a different light.
-thus sprung the ganges through the locks of rudra
