10th June 2009
12.25 am Bahrain Time
It bothers me at times, how the strangest things have a way finding me in my corner of the planet. There I go lost in the maze I call my mind, not a care in the world and half the time unaware of what’s happening around me (yes, no accidents so far) and .bang. strange things happen. Usually in a steady staccato of occurrences.
Words, or more specifically the written word, have always held a fascination for me. I could sit reading a particularly evocative line for an hour, for the simple fact that it moved me enough to let me feel things more vividly than a mere visual would. The writers and poets I consider gods and goddesses are usually most people’s demi-gods.
It hardly matters to me.
I am more concerned with, nay, in pursuit of the emotions the words awaken in me. Awaken in me enough to want me to gulp hard and savor each breath of air that keeps me alive. Alive enough to feel each emotion conveyed in a few words or a few pages- whatever may be the case.
Weavers of words exist a dime-a-dozen, weaving their cottony thoughts to create the fine linen most people enjoy wearing and feel comfortable in. I may very well be one of them.
But to be revered and savored are those who produce fine silk and compel you to wear it without even a hint of persuasion.
As silk slides against the skin and makes you feel like the most enchanting being in the world there is, so do these words flow against the mind, rendering you a stranger to your own world but a brilliant observer of it.
I have nothing but my words to stand testament to the strange things that happen to me.
But today, words fail me. Or rather, I have failed them…
Thank you for sticking until the end of this horrendous rambling. I know I did not want to.
12.50 am Bahrain Time.
P.S: Coincidentally, today happens to be very similar to the day I penned this down.
