The Naked Truth

Standing outside
the clothes she had worn
She stood there watching
them shapeless and torn
lying around on the floor
threatening to open some door

But inside her
she still felt unclear
As if she was still clad
in a satin gown
made of her skin
and her hair
a mad hat
adorning her crown

So she took a pill
and lost her skin
she took a blade
and lost her hair
She felt her bones
and it was but fair
that even they should be gone

And so she was
standing all alone
without her bones
stripped off her skin
with not a thing within

She still felt a load
of perhaps her soul
or her amazing powers
to make life on board

And so she lost her mind
and her eyes and her self
but somehow she felt
that she didn’t go blind

She was
wasn’t she?

Things)(

Things were lying about
in a disturbing sort of way
she tried to lie back
but they wouldn’t go away

Sometimes she shut her eyes
and sometimes she closed her ears
but then she would hear those cries
of shrieking yesteryears

She tried to forget
the things that had happend
just a hollow pretext
for a shallow sort of person

But things were deep
things were very very deep.
it was almost hard to tell
wakefulness from sleep

It was a strange kind of hell
to feel these things...
it is almost hard to tell,
you delight
full of meanings

now compare this to that
and stop reading for a while
look away and stare
does it make you smile,
or do you even care?

Life is what has happened!
what will,
is already happening!
What will,
is already hap...........

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Changes()

coming from here

going there

the seconds pass by

and seem to go no where

green, white and brown

are the colors of this town

somewhere there's a blue

hidden above the view

prime numbers float here

they are quite real, I swear

the pattern(s) alter somewhere

the true picture remains unclear

A sound trembles in the heat

A moan embraces the beat

she waits to touch those dreams

of receding memories

somewhere something has happened

somewhere nothing has not

sometime its all stagnant

and then its a dancing knot

the light has gotten dim

the birds can no more sing

people are closing their eyes

to see the same sun…rise

the shadow has turned yellow

the mind has fallen mellow

a dawn is coming soon and

soon it will be noon

the pretty face is tired

coz another day has gone

when fireworks were fired

and another year was gone

several lives have gone extinct

this change has different meanings

the water has now flown over

a meager pocket full of things

Adventures beyond the dark

Contd. from...

It was a weird kind of darkness.
There were weird thoughts going through THE head.
Lucy did not know what was happening.
There was a serious lack of any logic, emotion or rationale.
There was no continuum, no infinity, no origin, or eternity.
The end was a clear and undisputable fact.
There was no language even.
There was something akin to mathematics-or perhaps music-but most of it felt like semiotic fractals.

Lucy was in the middle of childbirth.

No, she was not delivering.

She was BEING delivered.

Conscious awareness at the beginning of memory is rare. However, just because something is rare does not mean it is impossible. In fact, one does not even have to wonder whether something is possible. It is the surprise and the unpredictability of the universe that man is perennially amazed by.
The rest is merely our response to that wonder:
our long road of investigation, exploration and enlightenment .

But what about in Lucy?

She ACUTALLY had some kind of a conscious awareness about who she was AS she was BEING BORN.
This is indeed a very unlikely phenomenon if viewed in the light of predictability. However, it is hardly implausible when you consider the whole thing while floating your mind in the chaos of probability!

So yeah, it was happening to Lucy. She was entering the WORLD via a biological process called childbirth, and she seemed to be 100% aware of this entire process….
unlike the rest us…maybe!

A light appeared at the other end. She was pulled out by a pair of gloved hands.

Suddenly she could feel the presence of a complex environment.
She was like a frog out of a pond…
for the first time ever!

She opened her eyes, and gave out an involuntary squeal.
She looked into the light.
Light was a very different experience.
She wanted to say something, but she was not able to.
She seemed to be having difficulty getting past some kind of a (develop)mental block that was making her brain incompatible with the drastically different environment she had just stepped into.

Imagine installing a new chip in your computer.
Now imagine that, the chip is from some different planet.
So here you have a chip that fits in the mother board of your machine, and seems to be perfectly compatible. However, at the human interface, you have no idea about what is on the screen or what the computer is capable of computing.

One cannot do or make anything out of such a computer till one has figured out the grammar of the language that runs it.

So Lucy was a chip from a different planet’...just for the sake of analogy.

From an outsiders perspective (viz the author or the reader of this narrative) the birth of young Lucy seems like a very bizarre event. But Lucy, being the one experiencing this "hyper-reality" must surely be the most non-pulsed one amongst us all.

She looked about the room. They were all strangers. There seemed to be some kind of a strong force attracting her to the woman on the operating table, the woman she came out of.

Lucy closed her eyes for a while as the cord was cut.
She felt like an astronaut who was let loose into space.

Now you have to understand, Lucy had no knowledge, whatsoever, about astronauts or outer space. It is just an analogy to convey to you a feeling that neither you nor I have ever experienced, but are both capable of imagining it...except if you have been defenestrated into outer space, in which case you better call me soon!

And thus, Lucy was born into this world on 6th june 2006.
Just kidding, the date was 9th September 1999.

The next few years were a systematic set of rules that she was subjected to live by.
These rules were laid down upon her by her mother, her father, her grandparents and the friends she started to make when she began to crawl and explore the terrestrial dimension.

When Lucy learned to walk, she was euphoric.
When she learnt to talk, she was ecstatic.
When she began to think, she felt enlightened….

But then, she was enlightened since birth!!

She felt that finally her thoughts were making sense to herself.
Or at least she didn’t feel like a sage trapped in a broken cage.

"Life had thus commenced!"

Everything was fine for 20 years….
Then she met the other Lucy.
After that, everything had changed!

Mine

Its possible

that I can lose

almost everything you see.

But I cannot lose me

I can die many times

but I can't live like I'm dying.

I can cry many tears

but that can't stop

me from smiling.

I can feel many feelings

But they can't stop

me from thinking,

I can miss a few ocassions

but I cannot miss life...

I can own a few diamonds

but I cannot sell time

I can wait for eternity

to set my soul free

But I cannot wait for you

to see what I mean.

So I am taking one more step

I'm leaving you here,

I'm setting myself free...

I am approaching the darkness waiting to finally see.....