Saturday, December 15, 2007

A knell in the coughing

No story is more bitter than the story never told. Some stories cannot be told - literature doesn't have the equipment. Besides, words are grunts we use to confuse ourselves. Any idea why "sentences" mean both communication and punishment?

Some sentences are spoken by little voices hawking "fresh" strawberries in jammed traffic. This jam comes in carbon dioxide flavour...not your usual razzberry. Other, older voices silence those squeaky voices with their gruff admonishing. There are other carefree voices that enjoy the casual banter of camaraderie. Some hushed voices professing a fearful love. The same voices later cursing telecom companies in not-so-hushed tinklings. Some speaking because they need the exorcise.

In far more silent auditoriums the only speech is that of instruments. No questions have been asked, no answers have been offered - only two instruments speaking to each other. A flute and a sitar. No lyrics here, no words to confound us with their innuendo or suggestiveness. A rippling river of strings over which the stone of a note skips across. The punctuation of percussions marking the query. A few teary eyes that reflect a very dusty inner mirror. Questions without answers. We've stopped questioning ourselves long ago. But others are answerable to us...?

Long after all the voices have faded away. Long after sticks and stones have broken our bones and words have hurt us. Long after one of those little voices stop their feeble whispers of a happy new year...there will still be voices too frozen to tell tales.















The warrior at dusk. Or the worrier?
















Creations that make voices go "oooh"















And crowds that say "aah"..
















..especially after instruments have rendered everyone speechless















The sound of bleating horns in thigh deep water















Sights which make you silent




















Unless silence is natural.
















Or if you are too scared to blow your own trumpet.















Perhaps simply scared...















You raised a voice in protest as others zoomed by















Although it needn't take only voices to scream out for attention















Because certain colours speak of hunger















Until the only sound you hear are chomps















There isn't much sound in whisperings of sweet nothings.















That's when you speak silently to someone higher Above















Apologize for the mistakes you will commit again





















And hear the voices within.

12 comments:

dreamy said...

Either there are too many unanswered questions, or there are answers manifold that have never been questioned in the first place.

Not your ideal hand in hand situation,this.

Reems. said...

Reminds me of Longfellow's lines..
"Art is long,Time is fleeting,
And our hearts though stout and brave;
Still,like muffled drums,are beating
Funeral marches to the grave"

Much to chew upon,and still realising the brevity of life.

Dhivya said...

Yes there are some tales which can't be told... but why such a dreary post at the beginnin of the New Year?

Unknown said...

The pointless rush of existence
The clarion call for substance
Never impress upon yourself to stop writing
For people like us need to keep writhing

I liked it. :)

btw what we may find to be music may be defeaning noise for some creatures and rapturous drugging influence for other critters...

And for God's sake think of changing your blog page background , I cant find the 'post a comment' link easily... :x...pointless it is to find it. ;P

Sandil said...

Lovely :-) A good photoblog as well. I ever mention you're getting better at this? Nope?

Well, you are.

dreamy said...

Amazing pics Arka, Captions, ama-zinger still.

I specially liked the
"Apologize for the mistakes you will commit again" one.

And, NOW I know what you meant when you said "I am a very random photographer" :)

littlelooney said...

I didn't understand:(

causticji said...

Ah so the wordsmith meets the shutterbug eh? The combination is super, no doubt about it - but I'd still like a legend of sorts at the bottom, detailing the pics.

Sreethi said...

An amazing blog Arka...one of your best...profound words...very nice photography...I personally loved it!! Keep it up...
There are so many lines in there and images that captured me...

full_moon_p said...

Awesome! Simply awesome!
But you did forget the voice of laughter, of joy...

Kay said...

Loved this.

Beautifully potrayed!Superbly crafted!Brilliantly expressed!

But no less ever from you.

And the pics are with your PDA??

Amazing Graze said...

this is indeed the best use of a mobile camera i've ever seen.
very nice. loved it.