Unspoken Words...

They remain unsaid. The carefully rehearsed words that may have changed the course of my life, had they been spoken in consummate consciousness and realisation. The words that had taken form from hasty hallucinatory prognostications of triumph; from the seeds of hope that had been gratuitously planted. Words that were floating below my palate and gliding slowly to the tip of my tongue, repeatedly sliding over one another, carefully rearranging themselves, bedizening themselves so as to be decorated with a fineness of form, waiting to brandish themselves to the world in all their grandeur, waiting to be spoken out...

The Professor from Texas A&M who had promised me financial support - promised, I daresay, is the wrong word for it was merely a figment of some presumptuous presuppositions - rather offered to consider me for financial support, has sent me a terse two-liner: "I cannot offer you financial support. Nor can I promise you anything when you reach TAMU." After I read the mail I peered out of the window, emotionally emaciated. The person outside inhaled his cigarette, and forced out the smoke spasmodically. The smoke permeated the rarefied atmosphere, meandered hand in hand, danced round in circles, Even as it struck one that the circles were going to string up garlands, the half strung garlands gently attenuated to mere thin strands, and the circles diffused and diffused until the intricately woven white drapery of circles became the blue tapestry of the background sky.

And all the ballerinas of words that were gently pirouetting in the tip of the tongue collapsed into the mouth that was half-opened in shock, were forced into the stomach by the gale of truth that gushed in, and finally were ground to nothingness. And all the words, so carefully rehearsed to be flaunted out to Vibrancy, Dexter and a lot many more, remain in the deepest recesses of the mind, in a comatose sleep. Believing that they will be summoned again for a reason. And they remain, refusing to die... Unspoken...

- posted by Dileepan @ 3:04:00 am

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