Friday 12 June 2009

The Man who Returned From the Stars

Leaving monotony is not a common thing; you could live on it for months and years with just a cold shiver on your back to remind you what is out there. I should not worry for what people may have to say, for I will come back in a shining light inundating the streets, the squares and the grey buildings. In the distance I shall see a glimmering horizon on a bleak landscape, and the fire will burn into re-entry. How long have I been gone? How far away did I live in the outskirts of my mind? And is there are reason for such glamour, such noise, on the way back? As a soldier returning home, you feel your heart pumping blood again, you see the faces you missed, or the new faces you met. In the end, am I not returning to a different world after leaving the same old one behind my shoulders on that long, distant day? The habitual places I see are no friend to me anymore but I will attach a new meaning to whole of this until I return from the stars.

Wednesday 10 June 2009

The Man who Smiles to the Evil Spirits

I think I have seen your face once before and it was in the moment of hatred, in the moment of agony, in the downward spiral sucking all that I had. And now what do I have? That same face, with that innocent smile, in a new world and in a new dimension to me unknown. Who am I to judge with criteria of the past? Who am I to support progress when what happened drives my decisions? I smile to what will happen, whatever that is, whoever it comes from; perhaps it will be your face once again in the moment of chance, in the mishap of casuality, or should I say irony. Is that really you? Or is just something I dreamt of? I definitely cannot recall how I got here, where all the photos burnt, where all the songs went. It is definitely sure I will drift again like the ball of mercury, not caring of what is around, not caring of where I drifted before, and I will smile in oblivion. Perhaps I have been forgetting to forget?