Thursday, April 26, 2007

Monday, April 02, 2007

Catharsis

.. and the glass shatters, breaking into a million pieces, as the first ray of light, hits his make believe world. This moment was bound to come, he tried to avert it by weaving more fantasies, like a pigeon closing his eyes to a cat. But the real master likes to weave his own yarn, shredding his Kevlar into pieces, without a care in world. Just when he thought it was all about to end, it just stopped millimeters away from his heart. Everything froze in that moment, literally froze, he could see his defenses blown to smithereens. Still, yes still is the right word or might be not, it was so still. The cow webs were disintegrating, floating like snow flakes in the air around him, this was the catharsis. He was feeling so light, so free, he felt he could fly ...

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal
-Bob Dylan

Sunday, April 01, 2007

No Directions Home

I am going through what I call 'Discover Bob Dylan' phase these days. A snippet from one of songs looping in my iPod these days.

I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.