...long time I know. Well I have heard/read of inspirational works of literature/art derived from nature, turn to nature, listen and there you are with a jumbled line, call it poetry!!
I haven't yet (a convenient word to allow a change/miracle any time, a powerful Disclaimer's 'Clause') found some very convincing reason to step IN to our library unless closeted by exams (:() or more likely, to pull out my friends/acquaintances from the world of inter twined words and paper (in less sophisticated terms , to disturb them).
But I love the air outside (library lawn), information flies around there and its all green.
…a friend of mine was very curious on this music ‘sky kisses earth’ .That’s what brought me to the lawns that day. The magical (not any more) gadget was pulling out the song for her from thin air (literally), that’s the best thing about the air outside (in close perimeters) the library. It could give you any thing* you want lined up in the frame of THE GADGET, which means if u ask for an Audi TT you’ll get it’s pic and descriptions…dats all:(.
…a swaying black line on the ground kept me busy for a while .The metaphoric representation of the LoC was sponsored by a battalion of ants moving to some destination. The destination definitely fooled my eyes, as I was sharpening my ears to their march I heard a heavy haste trot. The march was crushed creating small black instantaneous martyrs. I lifted my eyes to the incidental cause of the ant chain massacre and said ‘eesho mishihaykku stuthiyayirikkatee’ to Lama(name changed, am bad at it I know you got the right name), ignorant of her killings , she replied ‘ippozhum eppozhum...’ forcing out a smile from her face which still had reminiscence of the letters it reflected a while ago.
Lama was having this presentation to make on “Limits of Imagination” and she was worried about the ‘bench marks’ which explained the nerves that popped and waved from her forehead.
It was a scary (to be honest) discovery for me that even Imagination had LIMITS (com’on man don’t say you always knew dat!).
I decided to give a serious thought on it…I could still see the ‘nerves’.
I could think of nothing but a black board and a chalk and I started to utter and Lama’s ears with immense patience (I was surprised) allowed those utterances IN.
Soon I realized my black board could not hold nor my chalk could draw a ‘square circle’…there I reached a LI……………………………………..wait for it……………………………………………………………….…….MIT (phew!).
As I spoke I realize, ‘as far as reasonably as possibly’ (lines borrowed) Imagination was entangled in between Conceivability and Possibility, gosh! God save Imagination!
…Irene passed by…my phone rang…
Lama couldn’t but watch her ears ruthlessly being exploited (exploited is a polite word) by my utterances.
a drop from heaven that rolled down to my lips definitely gave it a pause and I was forced to look up at the ravishing sky. No the drop was not the good Samaritan nor the Messiah for Lama’s ears, but God did/does exist and He listens to the cry of the suffering , so there it was, The angelic voice of Pari…
‘Jithin… mazha chaarunnu, paattu download aayi namukku pokaam…’. I am sure Lama must have heard songs of thanks giving sung by none but her ears.
I delivered the epilogue, ‘All the best,try for a watermark and don't worry on bench marks**(next blog coming soon) njaan prarthikkam’.
…the ants had re-assembled, they’ve got excellent disaster management teams it seems…
Pari was trying hard to protect her gadget which now had in it, ‘sky kisses the earth’ from the actual kisses the sky bestowed on earth…she definitely was too busy to appreciate that, after all it was kisses and hence personal.
There were kisses all around, I wiped a few of them that got caught on my Black Pearl***…soon the magical air of the library and the Limitation of Imagination blurred out as we soared our way through the kisses…
