One day in the middle of Nowhere...

I was feeling so hollow. The same sinking of the stomach, a leak in the lungs, and another big hole in the heart -I had all the relevant symptoms. This is not even close to describing how exactly I was affected by the on-going events of my life.

As I was walking down the street, all the faces around me seemed like a blur. The cacophony of chaos in the air was strangely blending in, with my low gasping. It almost sounded like Billy Idol strumming on his guitar and creating that weird noise like laser guns. Probably, all this was in my head. But what about the little beads that had accumulated in the corner of my eyes? My frenzied mind did not have an answer to that. I really couldn't go on logically analyzing what had brought me there.

Everything was slowly coming into view. I was standing in front of the ‘Oxford’ Book store now. Fuck. I walked right past my lane. I am no stranger in that area, but everything around me was giving me the jitters. I had already bumped into two people, and then, I realized what a fool I am. Why did I even choose to live, when I had all the reasons not to. The sound of a blaring horn from a bus, brought me to my senses. I had to focus and cross the road. The winding traffic was bogging me down. I had to reach somewhere before I changed my mind. Then I stopped abruptly in the middle of the road, and cars and other vehicles surrounded me out of nowhere. I heard the screeching noise from a hundred brakes and a thousand curses follwed....Oh... these voices in my head, will they ever shut up?

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Decapitating THE Senses. . .

I wept in rooms of Grief.. I howled in chambers of Horror.

In the corridor of Pain, My battered body was dragged..

In the halls of Fame, it signaled my arrival.

I moaned, i loathed..Yet i smiled a Bloody smile.

And laughed a sighing laughter.

Is it the mirror? Is it? Tell me if it is for real?

If i touch..will it break? Will i break?

Will it shatter to a hundred pieces like the shell that destroyed the tower of pride?

...And i touched it.

And the idle-cynic mind..

When i see Park Street on fire, or German Bakery reduced to ashes.. i ask myself ..am i safe?? This is perhaps too critical a question, that reverberates in my hollow mind....If i could, then i'd ask the man in the powder-blue 'pagri'....

And my alter ego exclaims,"..alack my lady!... who art thou? ..a commoner with dreams, and obviously inspired by the "yes we can CHANGE" speech!!"...& i realise, i am but ..a plain jane, and not some celeb, for god sake!

I can only stir in shock..blame the terrorists and the government, sip my coffee and lull on the sofa... and my critical question gets completely bogged down in the grime asphalt roads of more critical issues.. my little black dress, multiple heart breaks, the 'in' gossip, the new Italian restaurant, blackberry-apple-incoherent gadget talk, recent plex releases, the hot guy in the campus, how to cheat effectively in exams....blah...... even before i could mull over, what i said initially!

But i never lag behind the 'know-it-all's, ok?....I am an avid watcher of the 24hour news channels...& that serves my daily dose of prime time entertainment...gory details, tete a tete with politicians..high profile people, polls and SMS's........ 'sensationalism' at its best!!

This piece is a result of having an idle mind, where the Devil works his a** off, every f***ing minute. This hyper real world-stage really rocks...but i'm not sure about the direction of motion, neither i'm fully aware of the cataclysmic consequences! Thanks for reading. You played your part well ["..and all the men and women are merely players"].....

. And I am speaking in iambic pentameter verse.......