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Amidst a redundancy called life I was choking on a tasty meal called affinity. Trying to disappear from the interwoven disagreements and unable to face the upsetting notions and prejudices about people I walked into a hallow cavern of self sympathy and hurt. Mildly disturbed by a friend’s disappointment and disillusionment a question was popping up every second. What the answer should have been was still a mind boggling quest. All the boys and girls who assembled to bid farewell to a dear one were actually seeing off each other, forever. The crossroads at the foot were really chewing off a good chunk of their hearts, not knowing a thing about choices to make. A melodious hope arose from the flutes of sacrifices where men killed their brothers to save the lives of their friends who would soon destroy them. Aspirations were of a distant past where hope was still a word recognised by the mind. They marched in unity and discipline to mark their respect to a life that was fit for king’s servants whose heart sought nothing but compassion and the meals that got them through the day.

 

They sang a song that ran like this:

 

We are the beautiful children

Of this livening earth

Albeit a willingness

The dunes were all red 

Forming a tapestry

On the chosen savannas

 

Along along we go

Walking on this stage together

Everywhere we go

 

Imaginations ran wild

Through the forests;

The land of fins,

Was it a dream in reckoning?

Amorphous creatures beckon

 To disappear in the oblivion

 

Along along we go

Walking on this stage together

Everywhere we go

 

The rage of the purple haze

Tearing the eyes off insolence

Dancing to the tunes of melodrama

A picture of emotion

That rode a sieve bridge

Hallow and ridged like a warrior

 

Along along we go

Walking on this stage together

Everywhere we go

 

Every night of this musical feat

We shiver through a little upbeat

High on sweetness of the rotten cane

Burials and odes to the brave men

‘Cause we are the children of the livening earth

We were born and lived to embrace the god of death

 

Along along we go

Walking on this stage together

Everywhere we go

(Nayana, Sat, July 22 2006,11:41:48 a.m.)

 

 

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