Life is a bitch he said, I wanted to be a dog then, my response, almost unwisely I replied, not knowing what exactly I said,
There are two parts of my phrase , the former and the latter, former about life as a bitch, latter is about how I become a dog, how that bitch dumped me, and how I retaliated,
A rejunivated me, a new me, that’s what I am hearing these days from everyone, hey, but I am not supposed to behave like this, I am rational, but no I am dual, I have two people residing inside my body, one is too keen to read about about paul the octopus, O come on, its just an Octopus , why in the whole world would I be remotely be interested in prediction on the first case and then when there is an octopus for God’s Sake
My writing this paraphrase is in itself an answer to the dualism living inside me, I will never write I knew it all my life, sharing anything with you all was not in my dreams, colorless my life, I wanted to paint it and always wondered shouldn’t I do something about the lonliness which I face when I am in people,
Hiding it from the eye of people, I will take myself to a place far off, and from my minds eye, isolated from everything else, my heart says, to dream on, to live, to celebrate my being.
Now I address to another part of me, who is a complete stranger and who shows of at times, startling me in all the new and possible ways, a stranger which I have seen, I wait for his voice, expect him to come through the woods, one part of me lives in a place canny, and the other is nomadic, who am I ..?
Everyday when this cold breeze comes and proves its being, asks me of my being , a part of me, which makes me complete, I anticipate him, where is it, do I have left any stone unturned, where are you, there is a battle between I and me, both so incomplete without each other.
These days life has a different story, a new dimension, asks me to follow my wit, says everything is new, not on the days and nights, but everything else, the earth and the moon.
Moment after moment it surprises me, and pleasures telling me, everything is so relevant and so new, I can be the history maker.
What should I do, I ask me..? a lot of questions..
A new tune I am dancing to, and going a little astray..what to do I ask me, desires all new coming back and front wanting to be fulfilled..these nights and these days, all the talks, something that never happened ,
A new beginning, a new day, that’s I wanted to say to me, whats the time and whats up, I questions myself, and so does these questions echo from everywhere else, and I am listing to everthing around me and I am deciding on my behalf, no pretentions and nothing else, loving or loathing but I am doing things for me, and I am listening to everything around me.
There is something that’s not letting me give up, not letting me die, holding my breath in this unrest don’t know what for, and the sentiment inside me is booing to the fast approaching death,
Come on Bitch...
