17 January 2008

A blur...

And as the rivers melted...you know, that same desperate attempt to sound poetic and intellectual. My eyes are blurred and I'm under a pseudo-psychedelic trance. Though I can't see, some egoistic bulb keeps flickering. Write. write. Everything starts to explode. It feels like a thousand headlights staring down at me. Natesh is fixing those stage lights and Iswar is checking the angles. Tonight, I saw a spaceship. I write. The pen flows. The blue sticks to the yellow like double-sided tape. Last night, I had a dream or was it just some random hallucination this morning. The Kinetic rolled on the road and I felt bats flying around my head. They were saying, "Go away. Right now. Go away." Felt simple, back to my blissful days - saw colours, people, and creatures living in non-existence. This time, I smiled.