Death by Poetry
Anshul and I wrote this back in our ISI Bangalore days…
There was this boy called Obelisk
Whose life was like a compact disc.
He thought that dreams were black and white,
And on this, with Neeraja he had a fight.
Anshul and I wrote this back in our ISI Bangalore days…
There was this boy called Obelisk
Whose life was like a compact disc.
He thought that dreams were black and white,
And on this, with Neeraja he had a fight.
He was young and stupid. She was young and beautiful. From the very first day that he met her, he thought only of her. She didn’t even know he existed. He thought she had the sweetest smile in the whole wide world. She thought nothing. He didn’t dare to speak to her. She didn’t care to speak to him.
When silence snakes through in black coils
filling its dark womb with the world,
when the sounds of thought have faded
into the stillborn night,
You are sitting next to her. Her fragrance reaches you, and you can tell there is some exotic scent on. You are explaining to her some dumb Newtonian equation the solution to which you think she knows already. She is all smiles and excited. You can notice each vibration in her voluptuous body, and perhaps she can in yours too.
In the medieval times, it was natural for someone to expect being called chivalrous or virtuous. However, today virtue is heavily out of fashion and it has become natural for people to expect others to call them creative and in the absence of such generous words, to claim that they are so. I am no exception to this general trend but unfortunately, I belong to the second class (i.e. people who have not found anyone to recognize the creative fires that they claim to be blazing in them).
Whether or not Love is a commendable virtue remains one of the most debated issues in our popular movies. Much has been made of the necessity and the futility of love. But we, the young people of the middle class, still remain fascinated by it because of our necessity to define our individuality by the entertainment products we consume. That is why this is a love story.
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