The sprawling campus stares at him; the sight trapped between the pendulum of his corona and the glass of his building. Cool breeze dies hitting the colder wall. The vastness engulfs him and suddenly he realizes how minute he is. The whole universe is looking at him as if he has been brought to this stage to be laughed upon. He can see his own reflection making a mockery of him.
The puppeteer has broken the threads but what is left is something non-existing instead of freedom what he has been yearning for. What is he without those threads when the lifeline of a puppet is the blood flowing through the veins of those fingers. And how hard it is to know that those fingers aren’t your extensions.
Is this soothing quiet or sooting lull that stands here ?
37 comments:
Transition from poetry to prose..
"..the sight trapped between the pendulum of his corona and the glass of his building.." BEAUTIFUL!! *crasiezt bows to the writer, bending so low that she topples over:P
the sight trapped between the pendulum of his corona and the glass of his building
WAH! (Not WAH TAJ silly) ;P
coool
well written
;)
cheers
beautiful !!!
&
"And how hard it is to know that those fingers aren’t your extensions." hmmmm
An excellent expression, I would say....Would come here to read more of it. Am adiind you on my list, if you wouldn't mind?
Cheers!
Karuna Dayal.
*Correction : *adding*
wow brilliant!
sometimes I feel like a puppet on strings :(
Keshi.
*bows*
you outdo yourself with each post
The puppeteer has broken the threads but what is left is something non-existing instead of freedom what he has been yearning for.
true indeed.. freedom is often a lot more constricting than it is supposed to be...
Crazy:
Thank you :)
Oh ! I love girls who topple.. And watch it, glass is supposed to be slippery too :P
Skeety:
Thank you hai ji...aur chai se uth kar bhi kuch soch liya kar T-Kumari :P
Jiggs:
Thanks :)
Geet:
Thanks, keep visiting :)
and hmmmmm, hehehe :P
La belle dame:
Thanks and welcome, keep visiting :)
And thanks for adding, am honoured !
Keshi:
Thanks and we all do, its just that how fast we can get out of that feeling :)
Umang:
I just try to give words to what I think. And it is true, freedom is sometimes overrated !! Thanks :)
above all, what intrigues me is the question woven in the last line...
awesome expression and fab imagery...just the right ingredients for that perfect recipe...oops...i mean prose!
i guess we all find our reflections mocking us at times.. the trick is in laughing back in the face of mockery and just living life the way you want to no matter what the world says
great work
true.
btw plz do take part in my current post ok :)
Keshi.
Ahem! That was rude..I thought you would lift me up in your strong arms and take me home:-(
Sinner:
Its a single thing with flip effects, I wish I could switch on will...
Thanks, keep visiting :)
Freesherry:
Exactly ! But its not as simple as it sounds when you are down. Thanks :)
Keshi:
Sure :)
Crazy:
That was a joke Crazy ji, I didn't mean to be rude. And for the second part, some things are not meant to be discussed in public ;-)
Alright no discussions then..let our actions do all the talking eh? LOL
Yep :P
yes it is no easy, but do we have a choice?
if life finds its pleasure in mocking us, then the only way we can have revenge is by making a mockery out of life itself
Haan soch liya :P
Freesherry:
Yes indeed :)
Skeety:
Aur kya socha, hot chocolate this time :P
UPDATE plz :)
Keshi.
***the puppeteer has broken the threads but what is left is something non-existing instead of freedom what he has been yearning for***
wonderful lines...
great work there!! :)
Keshi:
Will,lack of time :|
Pri:
Thanks, keep visiting :)
hmmm ok :)
Keshi.
interesting post.makes me think of matrix and also the dialogue in the movie anand..applauds!
Keshi:
:)
Elusive:
Matrix, one of my all time favorites and Anand...I can relate with that dialogue afer you mentioned, thanks and welcome. Keep visiting Babu Mushayee :)
nice
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