Tuesday, September 25, 2007

You! in the dark!

A faint throb in my head. Thoughts cartwheel and somersault in the immobile space. The sound of the energising "Rookmani Rookmani" enters the inlets in my round, not so bald head. Yellow light watches itself on the surface of the steaming, placid water in my olive green mug, stirred occasionally by the hand of the breeze.
This kind of drunkeness needs no intoxicant to give it birth. It's generated by a feeling - exhaustion. All work and no play makes R a drunk. A bee buzzing about inside. Inhibitions at their lowest. I can say the shocking and do the adsurd without batting an eyelid. Nothing matters! Who cares what'll become of it tomorrow?? Tomorrow's still a distant possibility. I might be stabbed in my sleep.
I did something bad while the bee buzzed. The "buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz" drowned out what the conscience whispered. Like I care! Ha! Everybody deserves to be bad sometimes, without angels breathing down your neck! Damn! It's a free country.


The dark side smiles. It's secured a lawyer now. Me.

3 comments:

Babushka said...

go right ahead... i hope you did everything you wanted to...
darkness has a charm of its own and its own security...
go on, play... like they say, the night is still young...

Shreez said...

"The dark side smiles. It's secured a lawyer now. Me."

Interesting post

Ragini said...

*Babs* - Invariably, I always end up doing precisely what I want ;)

*Shreez* - Glad it interested you.