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March 26, 2005

The Clock

Filed under: Sojourn — Tags: — Raja @ 2:34 AM

The golden smell of sun on a polite weed was the temptation. Then stepped on love, blood, food, sex, intelligence, insomnia and expression. Searched you behind every mask, even in the land of masochists.

Let’s think of a river. A river has to have a source, doesn’t she? Let’s imagine this river doesn’t have a source. Neither does she go anywhere. She flows through the rocks, and the jungle. Color of the rocks? Black. The white rain looks nice with the black rocks. And the jungle is red. But the river doesn’t go anywhere, she just flows!

And I have found you. It’s time to lose you again. Like a fistful of sigh thrown into moist air, I’ll throw your thoughts – centuries and light years apart. We’ll meet again on the bank of that river – which doesn’t go anywhere.

(Won’t it ever rhyme? Even once? Let it be bad, but it should rhyme)
The finitely countless thoughtlets will form
a mist of fire
as I will move on from a deep blue funk to
an inviting pyre

when the clock strikes thirty three!

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16 Comments »

  1. Raja, I’ve read the post thrice. And I still find myself at a loss of words, even of understanding.What is this river?Hope we get to talk soon.

    Comment by Kanupriya — March 26, 2005 @ 9:42 AM

  2. Not gonna talk ’bout this crap anyway.There are better things to talk ’bout – TS, CC, CW, ………. [:D]

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — March 26, 2005 @ 3:14 PM

  3. eevn i lost words….

    Comment by Phoenix — March 28, 2005 @ 6:04 AM

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    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — March 28, 2005 @ 11:24 AM

  5. [:x]why do u lose words so frequently?[:x]

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — March 28, 2005 @ 11:24 AM

  6. sorry mentor, I think I’m pretty careless with them…keep losin them all the time…esp when it comes to you…god u scare me so much i stand dumb and thoughtless in front of u:P

    Comment by Phoenix — March 29, 2005 @ 12:59 AM

  7. <>god u scare me so much ……..<>oho [:-s]You are not supposed to read these blogs till you are 18 (ie, till 2019)

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — March 29, 2005 @ 9:52 AM

  8. So I was not the only one scared. [B)]

    Comment by Kanupriya — March 30, 2005 @ 4:04 PM

  9. ok….now this what is my understanding…but there are some obstacles 🙂1)if i understand the first part…i get confused over the second..2)if i understand the first and the second…the clock part messes everything up…overall…the only thing i understand was the feelings that u had…were sadness,anger,lonliness and rather u seem u were irritated :O 🙂u must have had a tough time somewhere.. 😀even i am lost now ! 😦

    Comment by sanju — April 8, 2005 @ 1:30 AM

  10. Sanju, it was a deliberate attempt to feel sad [:p], sitting on the bank of a river which flows through the univ campusthe clock part was not for you [:D]

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — April 8, 2005 @ 9:58 AM

  11. ok what does the clock part signify? :O

    Comment by sanju — April 9, 2005 @ 1:29 AM

  12. ‘ll tell u the clock-thingy some day, provided u promise not to laugh [:D]

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — April 9, 2005 @ 10:01 PM

  13. no i won’t promise!! 😀but what can it be?? *thinking*

    Comment by sanju — April 10, 2005 @ 7:29 AM

  14. Only ur ‘di’ and her Tirtho da know it [:D]

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — April 11, 2005 @ 8:13 AM

  15. Is it the same red river of Mars?You still like to scare people, hai na? 🙂

    Comment by Anonymous — May 22, 2005 @ 11:39 PM

  16. NO, this river is not the one in Mars. the one in Mars has dried up

    Comment by . R.A.J.A . — May 23, 2005 @ 7:15 AM


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