"There! Look at the moon. Isn't it amazingly pretty? Bright, full, hopeful. Now look again. Do you see the craters, the dents on its face, the pain that even the night can't hide for it? Is the moon smiling? Is it even watching me down here, an insignificant soul walking alone in the darkness of yet another night? Alone? Am I really alone? I have you, don't I? I'm talking to you as I walk. That means I'm not alone. I have you! But who are you? You are also me right. An invisible intangible unassailable version of me. You're everything that's good about me, and also everything that's bad about me. But I still like you. I like talking to you. Others may call me crazy, but...well..if I did not talk to you, wouldn't this walk be a lot lonelier?"
"Tell me, what do you think of the moon? Is it deceptive? Is it an illusion of beauty or a symbol of hope? Why does it conjure romantic images? Tell me, what do you think of romance? Or love for that matter...is it any good? You know for a long time I believed I was in love merely with the idea of love, with the hard-sold concept. But now, I can't see love and hatred as two distinct things any longer. The more I think about it, the more merged and indistinguishable they seem. It's just an intensity, a passion, a rush in the head when everything spins like crazy, a mere emotion. Emotions are silly things. Some people think my biggest problem, or the biggest discomfort I cause is being too emotional. They are discomforted by me, you see. Why do I care about some people? I don't know why, but it seems I do. Emotions again, I guess, but both you and I have both got used to being foolish and hurt over and over. Yeah, being emotional is a problem. But, there's no me separably apart from this problem. There's no me separably apart from you either. You listen and you understand, and at least you never quit on me, even when I do. You're wonderful."
"But if I confess to you, even with you here, I feel incomplete. I know you're listening but I don't know what I'm saying any more. I feel petty and unwanted. As if this long road I'm walking on is going to stay the same forever...long unwinding and alone. As if this night is never going to fade and I'd never hear another voice. And slowly, you'd get tired and fade away too, or you'd simply get bored of my blabber and run away. Heavens, how much do I talk!!(No wonder they hate it) So I was saying, you may run away too, and then my voice would be lost in the emptiness around me and my ears will go deaf by the silence. Would I still continue to walk? Well, what else. As if there was a choice! But look there, I think the moon is smiling."
"Ah no...the moon's hid now. It must have been saying bye to earth. It would have said bye to me too, I'm sure, if it knew I was here. Anyway, it's darker now. But the breeze is great, right. So tell me, what do you think of the breeze..?"
11 comments:
The moon might have gone, but the breeze, the morning breeze is a symbol of a new day, maybe when there is somebody else to speak to, maybe when I try to live a day being less emotional. Life is about continuous change and evolution. Maybe today the deafening silence will end in my life and I will have somebody by my side who is also watching the moon tonight. No I don't expect "him" to speak anything but just somebody, some soul to break the deafening silence. Somebody to give me the idea that I am not that lonely.
hmmm liked the second paragraph on love, the idea of romance, well I guess it is a complicated thing, definitely a great feeling to loved and be loved or just the idea of loving or being loved by somebody, but I have seen people getting fed up of it in the end. Maybe here too the expectations are doing the damage....
Loved the post!
Shantanu
shadows :)
a post which made me want to write something maybe i will...thanks :)
PS: what is it shadow....hmmm should be
Running from one conference to another..havent read it as of now..bt dropped in to say a big Thanks..
It seems to be inspiring a lot of ppl to write :) Let me read it once and a detailed comment would be on its way very soon.
Does anybody, or for that matter the world, really know us.. (given the fact that we talk to them so differently compared to the way we talk to ourselves)?
[I assume asking questions on this blog is not the prerogative of Phoenix only :P]
[shantanu]
Who is to say whether a new day will begin at all, or whether the darkness will engulf one and all? Who is to say whether I should try to be less foolish, less emotional?
Can we go on, on that much hope?
Love...aah..pata nahi ji :P
[desperado]
:)
Lets see what breeds in your head. Shadow, conscience, spirit call it what you want to. It;s just you, your self, in some vague form.
[stairway]
Sorry for the delay in posting it. It's not so easy to get inspired to write. Hope you read it! :)
[vik]
Anybody can ask questions here, even stupid ones, rather especially stupid ones. Inquisitiveness is encouraged :P
Does anyody know us...mmm...do we really know ourselves? I'm not too sure. Sometimes I do surprise myself. But more than anything, does it really matter? Especially, if we are an ever-changing species.
yeh kya likh diya...
Loved this post like anything. At times, you put my feelings to words. Strange.
Tu jahaan jahaan chalega..
tera saaya saath hoga...
:P
[Humble opinion]
The moon just hangs there in celestial apathy. That's what's so incredibly sensuous about it. And, it doesn't care for its craters and dents and shows the brightness and blemishes alike, which is a bold statement.
The breeze wouldn't be there if it discriminated. So again, it flows over both gardens and marshes, picking up all scents equally, not caring which one we'd like for to enter our noses, which again is a bold statement.
[/Humble opinion]
[doc]
Arey angrezi mein hai, aur thoda intelligent hai. Obviously you can't understand.
[taps]
Thanks dear. Sometimes our feelings echo in someone else's words. But then words, like feelings, never really belong to any one person alone.
[vibhav]
Those are bold opinions put humbly. And I agree too. Nature is so brave sometimes I feel human beings are the most artificial of all natural creations.
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