The Clockwork Orange

“…has the appearance of an organism lovely with color and juice, but is in fact only a clockwork toy to be wound up by God or the Devil; or the almighty state.”

Or simply.

“A Clockwork orange refers to a mechanically responsive human.”  

[Anthony Burgess]

Transcend.

Stand. Speak.

Act greater than God.

Get into the brain cells of

each and everyone out there.

Transfix.

You be them.

Let them be you.

Conquer.

Rule.

Then, wake up. 

‘You what, an effin’ Alexander?’

Hey,

Did he win the whole world?

For a change though,

let us be real.

Let our objectives be on earth.

Let us hope for

a good cup of tea for a start.

Ah wait! Before that…

let us hope to be the first one

in toilet.

A crowded place is where we live.

A group of strangers

from places we’ve never seen,

speak languages we never knew 

is with whom we live.

The odor of the nights left behind all over,

the attempts to run the past night off

and to start the different  day with same old shit,
the strangers who roam in front of you…
Is there any trace of their dreams in their faces?

Is there any trace of your dreams in your face?

Find yourself in the mirror.

Tell me what you are searching in it for.

The sad story,

that ends in a failed mission.

Will you ever find what you are looking for?

First of all, tell me,

Do you know what you are looking for?

Pull yourself.

Wear your masquerade of the day.

Get on to the safe hands of clock.

Race against the time.

Take a wild ride.

Time against the race.

Search for you in the strangers you see.

Learn and forget -

The eternal truth behind the dog’s tail.

The person whom you are talking to,

Do you like him?

Is it necessary that you like him?

Huh, Is it even necessary that it is him?

He seems though listening to you carefully.

But the words you speak,

Will you listen to those carefully?

Perhaps not.

Get praised for what you are not.

Be scared.

Very scared to show what you are,

Not to what not.

See those who all with you

for that, and..

smile.

Howl for the times that you’ve not met

for whom you really are.

March on.

The lost chances.

The unused smiles.

The missed trains.

The dried up tears.

Blame yourself

for there is no second world.

There’s only one,

This one.

And you are all alone,

the crying clown…

Unknown.

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Watch the day pass you by

as yesterday and tomorrow.

Watch the dusk fill in front

of your eyes.

Find joy in the dark,the wind and the solitude.

Undress the feelings.

Stand without the masquerades.

Face the moments that made you

Cherish and sick.

Blissful and gloomy.

Smart and foolish.

Or hey wait…

Do you have the guts for them?

Close your eyes.

Hide behind the slumber.

From the questions,

that chases you all your life.

Get succumbed into the vacuum.

Go behind the smoke that’s

going to engulf you tonight.

Like last night

and the night before.

Transcend.

Ice-Breaker

When you were standing on the edge of a four story building, when you were all alone with just the darkness around you, when wind blows like a mad horse on your face, when you were trying to figure out something beyond the sky through the tear-filled eyes... what exactly will be going through your mind?...

Well, exactly at the same kind of above described situation last night, I thought “what if I jump from here, right now?”…

Something inside me was begging me to do just that. It was just tempting me to close the eyes and jump with hands wide open. Like a free bird. Like the whole world is under your feet for a second, breaking all the shackles in a magical moment. Feel the air. Feel the darkness. Feel the taste of infinity. Feel the joy of autonomy. And then, go deep, deep, deep down towards the earth. Kiss it goodbye.

You know me. You have definitely seen me. Somewhere around a corner of your life. May be on the other side of an ever busy road. May be at your office. May be among the laughing gang around you. May be in your bed lying next to you. May be… in your mirror.

I am not the-chosen-one by God, if there is one, to send some message to this filth-filled world.
I am not any special one to make your blood pump to its maximum limit.
And certainly, I am not the greatest since the sliced bread.

Don’t you think I’ve made it a bit easy for you now?

Grown up with the dreams of being the next big thing that mutters all over the brain cells. Happily sketching the plans to win the whole world with a powerful smile, a match winning stroke, an award winning profile… And then to wake up late to learn the fact that these are never going to happen,I am one of the hundred faces that pass you by, daily.

Yes sir! I am one of those all singing all dancing craps of the world.

Pausing for a moment and looking back at my stupid little life gives me irk down somewhere around my heart. The mistakes I did, the wrong options I chose which lead me down the lane to the point where I am now. Doing shits that I never wanted to do, living a life that was never in my script…The ever-changing masquerades taking its toll and losing myself again and again to the vortex of time…

I wonder, what might have gone through my mind though, while walking on that solitary road which leads to my home from my tuition, fifteen years back. That was one of the most enjoyable moments of my life. No one around, like a free bird, dissolved in the thin cold air, head completely synced with the sky counting stars…

Man oh! Man oh! Man oh! Man. How I wish to go back to those days now! Just in a flash of a second, with a single stroke of a magical wand. Start my life all over again right from the scratch, and orchestrate it the way I wanted it to go. But life is never going to be a written script for anyone, is it?

...breaking all the shackles in a magical moment, Feel the air. Feel the darkness. Feel the taste of infinity. Feel the joy of autonomy. And then, go deep, deep, deep down…

And never does it have a perfect ending.