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Posted by Shilpa K -
I feel like a can of soda, juddered and then popped open to let the fizz burgeon out of the tiny mouth of the tin container, I feel like a storm cloud that has wandered across miles to finally burst into a downpour of hydraulic whiplashes, I feel like a snowball accelerating down the deep valleys of the Alps. I wish I could save myself from the efforts of trying to articulate my thoughts through these bombastic figments of imagination and simply label them like how a child labels his creations on a drawing sheet. It would have been so simple to tag your feelings – A for anger, J for jealous and S for sad. I feel like a tooth-paste that’s squeezed out of the tube and which cannot by any means be squeezed back. So it lies there, with that peculiar mint flavour lingering in the air, feeling hopeless having reached a point of no return. I feel like an inflated balloon that escapes the grasp of butter fingers and goes rocketing in the thin air, helter-skelter, void of directions, mindlessly running like a lunatic after a prison-break, like how Archimedes must have scurried out of the bath tub after his path breaking discovery and before he made life hell for physicists. I feel like a slice of bread that by the law of nature always falls on the buttered side. I feel like a licensed version of an operating system that is incompatible with the available software; slick, nice and expensive but useless! I feel like an expired strip of drugs that you forget in your first aid kit, like the old skirt you throw away when you clean your closet. I feel like a pair of old sport shoes, laces half untied that faithfully carry smelly feet on a trek, only to be disposed of thereafter. So much for loyalty! I feel like yesterday’s newspaper. I feel like the hero of a cartoon strip. I feel like a boomerang that comes back to square one, no matter how far it flies. I feel like a self help book. I feel like a poorly written piece with no paragraphs, like a song without melody, like a dance without rhythm and like a heart without a beat! Lifeless!
I feel like a can of soda, juddered and then popped open to let the fizz burgeon out of the tiny mouth of the tin container, I feel like a storm cloud that has wandered across miles to finally burst into a downpour of hydraulic whiplashes, I feel like a snowball accelerating down the deep valleys of the Alps. I wish I could save myself from the efforts of trying to articulate my thoughts through these bombastic figments of imagination and simply label them like how a child labels his creations on a drawing sheet. It would have been so simple to tag your feelings – A for anger, J for jealous and S for sad. I feel like a tooth-paste that’s squeezed out of the tube and which cannot by any means be squeezed back. So it lies there, with that peculiar mint flavour lingering in the air, feeling hopeless having reached a point of no return. I feel like an inflated balloon that escapes the grasp of butter fingers and goes rocketing in the thin air, helter-skelter, void of directions, mindlessly running like a lunatic after a prison-break, like how Archimedes must have scurried out of the bath tub after his path breaking discovery and before he made life hell for physicists. I feel like a slice of bread that by the law of nature always falls on the buttered side. I feel like a licensed version of an operating system that is incompatible with the available software; slick, nice and expensive but useless! I feel like an expired strip of drugs that you forget in your first aid kit, like the old skirt you throw away when you clean your closet. I feel like a pair of old sport shoes, laces half untied that faithfully carry smelly feet on a trek, only to be disposed of thereafter. So much for loyalty! I feel like yesterday’s newspaper. I feel like the hero of a cartoon strip. I feel like a boomerang that comes back to square one, no matter how far it flies. I feel like a self help book. I feel like a poorly written piece with no paragraphs, like a song without melody, like a dance without rhythm and like a heart without a beat! Lifeless!