It IS the TRUTH

Witness the The TRUTH...on the 27th and 29th....
at Sivagami Pethachi Auditorium...
Its World Theatre Day!!!.....and its finally here....

the journey

And times pass....and days go by...
and lil moments....the changes that v watched...grew with....turned a part of...
the reading...the laughing....the stupidity....the profoundness....
the screaming...liberation...insight....the days...the days that seemed shorter....that u wish u cud hold on to...
the trust...the bonds....the pushing each other forward....
the break downs...the frustrations...the surge...the emotions left behind...the emotions that built....
the cigarettes....the spell....the shortlivedness of it...the longing...the overcoming...the surges...the control...the memories....the tokens...
the flowers....the downfalls....the sensitivity....removed yet evident...
the wanting...the craving....the counting days....the wait....the fear of the end....the longing for the day...the fear of its end....
fusion...recluse....remains...revisits...past...present...days gone by...days to come....days that might never come....
its like a life lived...a journey...the end seems distant...its not far away...

Only if I had a title enough!

'Hear yourself speak'....ever heard someone say this to you...perhaps yes...but how often does it actually make you think and do what it really means....said to me in a completely different context by an absolutely different person who probably has no relation to what I am talking about (or perhaps he does)...leaving it at that anyway...no direct relation...
But ya....I've tried doing that...speak out loud...not conscious of what you speak...but conscious while you speak those words...its alarming...especially now...
Sometimes you see a little....perhaps a lot of someone brush off on you...so much so that...when you speak those words you can almost hear them say it....jus the way you did...rather just the way they would have (the 'way' aint yours anyway)....like those conversations when you narrate something to someone...and both those involved in the conversation know the third person...its a picture that emerges in your mind...so perfectly imaginable...
Its this that I've been feeling lately...those words come out....and make me freeze the moment they do...and I wish I could say this aloud...but there are things that can't be understood...related to...but I feel like giving myself that lil whack and say....did you just say this?....and didn't it just sound soooooooooo like him.....so friggin like he'd have said it....ah!....this post is probably quite incomprehensible...but what the fuck...now that I've begun I guess I'll finish it to satisfy myself...
its very strange...n then you begin making efforts...to sound like yourself...all the time...and then it makes you try and shut yourself up...which is very very torturous for those like me who'd die without the yapping....actually not so true....but ya...thats how I am with most people...and I'd like them to know me that way....silence is more expressive...and works only wen someone fills it up without actually putting in those words....anyway...these are just diversions...blame my being completely disoriented...with those sudden highs and lows...the times in between these extremes make me wonder what I should be doing...
And again...there are things running thru your mind...like those mental flashbacks...split seconds at a time...n u seem to remember tiny things...gestures...looks given..exchanged...n they seem all muted...the words are a blurr...not all though...the words which felt like you'd remember them for a lifetime...but no...its not those...its those tiny things that remind you...its those things that come to you and make you relate them to every thing you say or do....every visual that your eyes witness...every thing that passes by...your thoughts just seem programmed to pick out of a particular slot and relate every moment to it...its just weird...
you really wanna erase that part of your mind...like it never existed...and skip to another...and start all over again...conscious....speculative...and yet everytime your words sound like its him who spoke them...it makes you smile...and every lil trip back into memory...gives you a rush...and you only wish your memory was more in your control...yet secretly hope it never really was...

To these times

How often do you get to see those extremes in your life?
From the moment when everything came crashing, the brief lonely spell, the most dreaded…to the surge of people, making their presence felt, crying with you, laughing, holding you together, making you realize your worth and much more…
From the lows of losing it all, all that you have ever earned…to raising a notch above where you were placed, giving you a high…
Three days, every hour, every moment, lived, remembered, and cherished, to be etched in memory for time to come…
When you long for yourself, for those reasons, for control, for that rush, when you could die just to feel alive…
cheers to this life…to all these times…and for those to come
This is what it takes…perhaps…just to feel…alive!