Saturday, August 04, 2007

To be or Not to be

Whether to lead a quiet, contended life of solitude or to take a plunge into the mysterious flux of relationships...
Even a life of solitude has its share of 'being on the edge' thrills, but being in a relationship might just force you onto a razor's edge. No safe ground you can run to when you are fatigued and can take no more.

You decide to take the plunge.

Left with the single piece of cloth of your relationship,you desperately hope the threads would hold on, potecting your pride. The vest of your secrets, the underpants of your independence have dissolved in the solvent of overflowing emotions. But you dont care.

Feeling safe inside the fashionbale veneer you venture into the public plaza showing off your new attire. You revel under the admiration and fall into a trance. Too stoned to notice the admiring smiles turn into disparaging sneers.
How did the fabric loosen? Is that your skin showing through? You run. The jeering crowd follows. There is nowhere to hide. No safehouses left. What happened to the bunch of keys you are carrying. They won't open the locks they were supposed to. They are old..those darned locks. Rusted, clogged. Due to lack of attention. You forgot to oil them. Didn't you? So obsessed were you with your new dress. You find yourself naked; the crowd is closing in on you. You make up your mind and prepare yourself. To be molested, skinned and tortured.

Your eyes twitch and close involuntarily.

Just when the noises draw close you find yourself crarried away..by an invisible man. Onto a higher plane. To comfort and safety. The ol'faithful. He came. Didn't he? The forgotten one though he is, you are his progeny.

Back in the safety of solitude you shrug it off as just another nightmare. And start shopping again. For yet another fashion statement...