DAY 1951
Jalsa, Mumbai Aug 18/19, 2013 Sun/Mon 2 : 45 AM
The stillness of the night, strikes about … the end of the day reminisced … a completion of drama that ends in devastating silence and grief … the mass of human love .. a conversation beginning with distrust and anger, and turning into affection .. a sharing on platforms of communication, with those whose gentleness is desired to heal .. an episodic game victorious in blue … the loveable obstinacy of young .. a tenderness of body … a morsel remembered, a eatable habit of smell and break .. a gathering of dress, a shifting of times ..
And … the anticipation of expressions that shall formulate connect … now on display, for they that wait with impatience need attention …
…. a loud mouthed passer by on street below .. the roar of powerful engines on deserted streets …
But most of all a hesitancy of association .. of a disbelief in its understanding .. of misplaced accusations that never get entertained .. of expectancy and performance pulse .. of not doing or imaging of not doing, what attracts most .. of witnessing the rise and the fall … of its repercussions, today and in the morrow …
How much can man think and do … how much more … and still less ..
The abstract world is a pseudo intellectual connotation of unexplained thoughts … when in doubt, be without .. or be in intellectual … it seems the easier way out …
I am .. in I am … and, am in …
Fathomless and deep in abyss ..
Amitabh Bachchan
