Raised voices, fingers and flying plates of bone-China nudged the night awake...Sleep slipped down slimpy water-pipes, heaving a sigh of relief...He swore, dramatically and with eloquence...they, the three-and-twenty ancestors framed into captivity with steadfast devotion, wished and prayed to be devoured by termites or be felicitated with cobwebby wreaths...She, wrung her heart dry...not a single drop of tear left to be spared....
And then...the Silence, counting its breath.....She, combing her hair, tapping her feet to the dull rythym of the breaths...waited for her cue.
Her cue..it came...and she walked away with appreciative pats on the back...flicking jealous glances off her shoulder, smiling at the camera...waving at the stupefied world....a world that had dragged Her by the collar and dumped Her into the reeking box of 'the sufferers'...'She would be wipped and caned, Her eyes gouged out..and yet She will stay, rising for gasps of breath from the sea of self-inflicted grief...'
But look!
Look how the puppet hangs by the strings from the gnarled fingers of the ceiling-fan! Look at Her!....See how she hangs....Defying the desperate pulls of the infinite strings, She hangs motionless...
A puppet that would dance to the tunes of her puppeteer no more....
5 comments:
ITs suicide for the , well, LOVE OF GAWD!!!!(ahem, ahem)
I just realized it at the end
*sigh of relief*
you realised atleast!!!
sorry if this was personal but i really liked it :)
btw, who is "she"? the whippedcanedeyesgougedout images are slightly disturbing. it's not just about the downside of fame, is it?
no no...fame has got nothing to do with it...the "she" is essentially the steroetypical oppressed-and-tormented-housewife...bit of a cliche,i know, but a truth all the same!
and nothing is "personal" out here...thank you for the compliment :)..uff! monidipa!!!
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