Circus - Mardi Gras

There are only two types of people in this world ..One that entertain and one that observe .

Objects appearing , Disappearing

Constant paced.

Same objects , Different objects.

People ; same faces , different faces.

What does a forlorn hill in middle of deserted plains say to itself ?

Should it be proud over its indecidous self or envious of a moving river by its side .

Does it feel uncouth? Whom does it talk to ? Is the silence bearable ?

Its my power ; said the hill .

Barren lands ; no vegetation

Some vegetation ; no habitation.

Some poles but now out of sight ,

No poles , and some dim lights.

And then there was a house , in the middle of a field . ….a man and a woman ..and no one else sans the chirping birds , the waving tress and the moving wind .

Nothing sans the chirping birds , the waving tress and the moving wind in the vast reticence stretching to the horizon .

What must he ; be talking to her ? Daily ? Married for 30 years maybe ..dont they already know each other inside out. What new does each day bring ?

She cooks the meal ,He ploughs the field .

That’s that !

Are they contended? Happy ?

It is my strength; he said .

I am sitting in a train , surrounded by a group of strangers ……Wetalked for a few minutes ; and everybody was glad that a group of squatters mused .

Is it coz they didn’t expect it ? They were unacquainted ,they could have had thousands of new things amongst them to discuss.

But then was the repose so perilous ? Why was it so ?

How come two people who know each other inside out ; who know everything about each other ; for years ; posited to make a conversation all the time? Why isn’t the serenity peachy in that case ?

Or can they ?

If you are able to decipher the person and able to comprehend his silence without their actually telling it ; then you have gauged and skimmed them. Then you two are meant to be cronies .

It is the camraderie ; I said .

Now I am inside this bus ….There are a lot of people ; some of them might be intimated ; others not …and everybody was quiet.

We were talking continuously ,without a pause .as if we had known each other for times immemorial. Was I bound ?

The eyes were cold

I knew they wd tell me all

Not to fall

I lent against the wall

And then I am in a crowded restaurant ….a cruel din , am I claustrophobic ?

I don’t think so .still it was a maddening crowd. They had no reason . they had no purpose. And I was there ….We were there ….

And I was quiet…We were quiet.

And then she asked ….What;’s wrong ? ( why did she ask )

I was amused …..>Coz everything was right……I had perceived her…..

And I was free now……That was the first day I think ; we actually met.

Some show their joy through their tears ….

Some show their hope through their fears .