Saturday, May 5, 2007

Sap

There is a gnawing desire to tell you all that goes on in the many folds of my small brain,

of the grey and black static that is interrupted by images of color, woven with words and memories,
of the impulses that present as alpha and beta to the more mundane,
of ideas that remain muted, but never erased,
of the visuals i paint in a myriad of colors, but could never put in words,
of the void and brimfulness that my thoughts seem to be constantly vacillating between,
of the voices that doubt and whispers that encourage,
of why the first falling flower of autumn has me all depressed and happy,
of chaos and no-chaos, determined simply by the presence and absence of people,
of my anger and frustration, and inability to counter either,
of words that lend themselves into sentences, but never make it to the tongue, held and strangulated in shy vocal cords,

of...


(now, if only your phone was not always engaged)

7 comments:

Spunky Monkey said...

Thanks to *somebody* on telling me more about the alienation technique.

Makes things so much simpler.

bebbi said...

=D

sap onlleee.

Sneha said...

What ho! 'Franny and Zooey' isn't your favorite book anymore?

Got here from Tharunya's. The Vonnegut post was nice:-)

Anonymous said...

of ideas that remain muted, but never erased,
of my anger and frustration, and inability to counter either,
of words that lend themselves into sentences, but never make it to the tongue, held and strangulated in shy vocal cords,


i like.

Spunky Monkey said...

@Bebbi - i told you!

@Sneha - It's more of a season's flavour column than a favourite book section; if i took the column to be latter, i would have to spend a significant amount of time on just that. Besides, Franny and Zooey will always remain on the very top of book list. That book 'spoke' to me. God, it was awesome.

@anonymous - i guess there is very little point in asking who you are, but thank you. I like those lines myself.

Quietly Amused said...

dai... will you write something funny sometime? and how goes the final year? and for a bad time go watch spiderman 3.

Spunky Monkey said...

Final year is hopeless. I have some cognitive disorders(the latest class in psychiatry has convinced me). And i do seem like i am veering towards clinical depression(also same class; in retrospect it seems like an epiphany).
I hate the fact that the surgeons don't teach. I hate that i know doodley squat. I hate that i might have to repeat exams. I hate that i am so low on motivation.
You are damn right you. I am angsty.
I can't write funny da; i am just not good enough.