Sunday, March 21, 2010

Steel.

You're riding behind a truck that is carrying steel rods.
Shiny and sharp.
You're riding cautiously, carefully.
A hump.
The truck bounces up, the pipes clink against each other.
Suddenly, one pipe sets itself free.
One by one, they all rush towards you.
You hit the brakes.

Too late.

You lose balance, your bike falls.
You fall on your right,
And you look up to find a rod coming straight at you.
Aiming for your heart.

Song.

Every song has a memory attached to it. What do you do when you don't want to remember something anymore? What do you do when the song painfully reminds you for one particular incident? You remember where you were sitting in the room. You remember what he was wearing. You remember the book that lay half read next to his pillow. You remember what he said. You remember how you felt. You remember feeling those things whenever you listen to that song. Painful. You feel them again.

What do you do?

You either stop listening to that entirely or you move on. You listen to the song and form new memories. New feelings. And then one day, you are in your room, you have your player switched on in Shuffle mode. The song begins. Slight fear. The song continues. And then, you don't feel That anymore. You remember it, but it doesn't hurt. You smile and let the song end and it doesn't hurt anymore.




P.S. My friend Manoj calls it a mental block. Being unable to listen to a song because it brings back bad/sad memories.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Memory

I clench my fist,
Hold my eyelids tighter,
it doesn't go away.
I can see it, even in the darkness.

I feel my eyeballs move beneath my skin,
searching for something new
but all it finds is that one memory

My last step.

Top of a hill.
I slip.
I slide, I roll.
Mud and rocks, grass and ants.
Bruised. I cut, I bleed.
Broken bones.
Fading in and out.
I breathe my last.

Did I slip?

No.

I took my last step.