December 16, 2012

Off the top of my head- III

(a severe bout of creative writer's block, thanks to the madness that has been my life for the last few months. Below is some remnant energy siphoned off to make marginal sense. Hopefully, the times ahead are more kind and more vision-endowing)


Fear had become a bedside companion talking non-stop to keep me afraid. It capitalized on the silences,  explained with reference to my past and sang with nonsensical words to make me feel like a weakling, all over again.


There never is perfection. It is all about imperfections and learning to run alongside it.


Sunlight sifting through cobwebs, a pappus floating into your outstretched palm and the smell of wet earth play symphonies within, when vulnerability strikes. Trivialities rescuing from palpitations.


I lost myself in those changing images. One transience I could trust wholly in. Even if it was a bad film  there was still the magic in it that lead me on.

It made life worth living and no matter what went wrong, I could dive into its world and feel the comfort of mise-en-scene, background music and the like!

Films are the lullaby of my life. Calming my nerves, reducing paranoia and helping me continue to dream.

Thank God, for films!

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