16.6.10

Blind Sculpturer

Oh how astounding am I,
Beautifully sculptured by an artist with a flair for perfection, with the desire for elegance and sophistication, with an air of mystery and delight, with strong likes and dislikes...
she was in the movies, she was in the music, she was in the painting, walking the streets she never visited, climbing mountains she never climbed, running in the fields she never ran, dancing in the night beneath the moon and starring stars that never stood above her, swinging on a swing that never swung.
You could fall in love with her...but the question was, will she ever think of loving you?
When he closed his eyes he dreamt of a woman he thought existed, who he plans to meet someday a woman who should just be. A purpose for his dreams, a response to his subconscious, a prediction from his soul...
Hate just doesn’t come; things and people make you hate them...
Love just doesn’t come; things and people make you love them...
(All the while you thought you were making it, in reality you were just trying...and trying doesn’t exist)
Never wanting her to grow old, he sculpted her...
Tick tock tick tock....time is moving, can’t you see? He is breathing? Can’t you see...? she appeared doing the usual in the songs he heard also in every movie he heard.
But in the colourlessness of his world the peace broke...and she spoke to him
W-‘I am there, beneath every woman who irritates you...beneath every woman who annoys you...behind every woman who pretends you don’t exist...
Who is always busy for you...who don’t understand you.
Who is always ignoring you...I exist, beneath every girl who gets into a brawl with you, beneath every ugly and beautiful...
The fortunate and the less fortunate one...the fat and thin looking...beneath shy and bold...
Under cultured and ill cultured.
I do exist, yes I do. I am there, beneath every one of them... But only one...Just one is made for you...
The synonym for made is complete...
So, here comes me..me that you created...me that you want to see..Me that you want to be with...

gogu

gogu
there are some days without a smile