The rebel lived dammed..
along the sides of the dockyard and shipcutters allies.
he mourned his awakening into life and the knowledge..
he mourned the knowledge the most.
his senses were painful..
chop chop chop
each vessel of the blue waters
ripped up in timbers..
split up to the keel...
her gut wide open..
he sensed the treasures..
his god dammed senses..
he trode along the pink moonlight..
along the dieing backwaters..
rotting storehouses..
into the beauticians shop..
he sensed bad perfume..
The rebel hated the knowledge of things..
things that were his .. and things that were not anybody's
his breath talked to the splinters of the ships body
smoothened them.. filed their rough edges..
yet he lived a dammed life..
he knew about most things now..
and he knew about all things after...
he knew the old waterways of affluence..
he knew the sky roads of beyond...
His eyes were imprints of everything his mind has seen..
His eyes were dammed..
He lived along the old river..
and he lived to know more and suffer..
The rebel was thus dammed..
The rebel..
don't ask.. don't ever ask him anything..
Jan 2006
I think I wrote it when I was trying to get over my bastard. And I used to hang out a lot with Ram. And he inspired a story in me. This is a prelude for the story that later became the treatment for the movie I'm yet to make.. Working title - " The Monk" .
7 comments:
The perception was his,
the knowledge his own,
so was the truth,
and the world he disowned.
I am assuming the Monk gave up. Is that correct?
Kushal Sharma
www.orkut.com
of course he did not.. he's just resting now..
U know what there is very old
U know there is a age old phenomenon.
In the same dry desert the vultures feed on dead bodies and the humming bird feeds on nectar of cactus.
We get what we seek.....
Its toughest to feed that rebel inside you, nothing can be more difficult in life.
But I think its more than worth every bit of it.....
Thats where we acheive the synergy with our being and say I DO.....
a bit for u... a bit for me...
smtimes a lil more...
smtimes a lil less
we live... we learn...
(....and we thought it ws all abt winning or losin)
shundor kobita!
hmmm this is an interesting blog. you really good at writing.
what does your blog title mean? oh and drop by my blogs and comment :)
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