Real

Contd. from...

Lucy was running. Running hard...

It is difficult at this point to say which Lucy we are talking about.
But why dont you view this as an opportunity to share my confusion?
After all, it is a confusing situation. For god'ssake, Lucy was confused!

Lucy ran for a long time. She did'nt literally run.
She was on the bus, in the car, on a plane, in a train, on a ship, in a boat, on a horse, and in a submarine! But in essence, she was running.
Running away from whatever it was that was happening.
Running from what was happening.
What was happening!!!
How can one run from what is happening?
Does it not mean that because it is happening all the time - no matter where you are - there is really no escape from the effects of that which IS happening?

Reality...

Lucy paused. She sat. She took a shot of whiskey. She smoked a cigarette. She slept for 2 days. She tried to wake up for another three.
She went to see a parapsychologist.

"Tom was his name, and reading minds was his game"

Lucy's situation did not surprise him as much as it disturbed him.

He was finally making progress in understanding his own situation, and suddenly this chic comes up to him describing experiences that threatened to confuse his own.
Tom was already confused. His obsession with parapsychology seemed to have opened the pinhole a bit more w i d e r.
Hell, it seemed to have punched a huge hOle in the door.

Reality...

That night Tom made love to Lucy.
Intimacy is a very powerful interface.
ONE cannot deny that it is unique to experience TWO = ONE.

But in this particular case the above equation carries even more depth. Because in this story, not just TWO = ONE, but also ONE + ONE = TWO = ONE = ONE + ONE.
Multiply each side with Lucy and TOM.....
Ahh...forget it. Mathematics is just a complicated way of telling a simple story.
Woah...E=MC2

In the warped up space-time scenario ("which is the plot" for those readers who are not lost yet) of this story, ONE can imagine how genetic inheritance may work.
ONE can also imagine the meaning of god. Or can contemplate about the meaning of death.
Think about thinking?
Imagine imagining?
Laugh about laughing?
Feel about feelings?
R e a l l y think about what is real?

"Damn!", thought Lucy. I gotta run!!
She sneaked out of Toms bed.

She was on the run....
running hard.
To become one.
Not someone.
Not anyone.
ONE!

Amused to see

It is amusing from here
to watch you there
staring at her
waiting
trying to go somewhere
hiding from her
hating
to have me here
watching you there

I can understand
your quagmire,
your twisty situation
I used to be in that band
of confused desires
trying to alter
that stagnant situation
waiting for her to turn


She is finally waving
at the setting ball of fire
behind the dusty horizon
while the moon has risen
over the head
to get in bed
glowing a silver light
it has commenced this night
waiting
to get in bed

Strange isnt it
the way she moves
feels like a hit
of pure ecstasy?

I wonder how she looks
when the room turns dark
when she wakes to the sun
little girl,
rising like a woman

I can see your eyes
want to see
what I see
I know you want to be
everything that is me

It makes me smile
and more amused for a while
to watch you there
trying hard to feel
a little more here
and a bit more real

Change

Strange
they call him strange
caught in the deep
they call him strange
waking through his sleep
they call him strange
deranged in sane
they call him strange

From the surface to the core
it is the same place the same door
the question is right
but the time is not
we must wait another night
to figure out what we've got

Let go deranged stranger
let go insane friend
let go those surfaces
open those closed doors
come down to these places
where rests the deep core

we will watch the waves
and stare at the skies
we will hold the moon
cover the night with our eyes
but wait....
not so soon
listen to them first
they call you strange
make up your mind
about which one is worse
and no matter what
dont go blind
coz its time
it's time to change...

Time

It is time now
to change
to get out of range
to rise above
and accept the strange

Dont be scared
to let go fear
to rise above
the now
and here

shine in the dark,
stand steady in the wind
dont lose that spark
that was so hard to find

There is no need to crawl
or feed the lords
who built these walls
and these shopping malls

Like beads of sand
come trickling down
the thoughts flow
like time;
meandering,
wandering,
waiting for a change
to get out of range
to rise above
and accept the strange

Dont fear being fearless!