Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Shine On You Crazy Diamond.

"Can't a man just be happy?" was his answer to my risen eyebrow, questioning the abrupt subito smile of his, which had a question lurking somewhere in that crescent shaped happiness of his.  A question whose alpha was the night of celebration, the last night of the year. The night when every face had a haze of intoxicated wonder; of happiness, sadness, retrospect, nostalgia, regret, contentment. The night when the cause of each and every emotion felt could be found in the flirtatious sweet little nothings of the night, of that one person you somehow find in the confluence of so many people who cheer to every mistake and every hour of joy for the year that was.

The clock struck 12, and the world rose their toasts, embraced, some kissed, and some... sat in silence, and waited for the wishes to end, the year to start, and for something to begin.. Something, that came without a flag, without a warning. In his case, it was a song. And quite subtly, that song entangled me into its trance of thoughts which brew like quiet vapors of romance, of hushed smiles, and of sweet..very sweet denial.

The room was dark, all the light we knew was that of the shy remains of the Christmas tree, which glorified the shadow of an eyelash here, a frown there, and a smile hangin' in the whispered conversations and deep warm breathing of the other that sent ripples of goosebumps on my skin before it could recuperate from the one before. Fragments of conversations would be remembered the next day, which is why we gave in and let the alcohol speak, and counted on amnesia for the next day's laughs and winks.

If there was to be an hourglass for that night, it would be a weeping one. We'd make the sand stay clenched in between our fingers, we'd hold on till the last call of the pupil to beg for some slumber, we'd hold on till we could refrain the urge of floating into sweet unconsciousness, we'd hold on to time till we found its track again.
Hours sweeped, and our arrogant ignorance to it was never too appalling to the both of us. Ironic how the first sunrise of the year was ignored in pure bliss, perhaps because there was too much of warmth in the fluidity of words that brushed past the blushes on our cheeks ever so often.

The night ended, dawn cracked, morning peeled itself, bold rays of sunlight pinched our irises which still protested to stay unbolted, to be stared at, to be looked into.

And while the day took onto newer revelations...epiphanies from the last night flirted around the corners of our minds dancing to the quiet tunes of that one song... Shine on you crazy diamond.

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And there y'go. First piece of the new year!
-Nil. 

20 comments:

  1. Dude,you have your way with words.

    Its not even funny :)

    "Fragments of conversations would be remembered the next day, which is why we gave in and let the alcohol speak, and counted on amnesia for the next day's laughs and winks."

    Damn.

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  2. I could quote so many lines from here that were striking :) Nil, Kudos as always!

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  3. @Vanta: Heh, thenks!
    You're phorever lovin' all the jack I write :')



    @Sam: Aww, Sam! Thanks love. You're much too kind :)

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  4. and WOW to that , made me smile the post :)

    lovely

    Bikram's

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  5. Thank you, Bikram!
    You guys can expect a whole lotta fiction, this new year :)

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  6. I'm running out of good things to write about your work....

    Only things I'm thinking right now is ...

    I like that song.. :P

    \m/

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  7. Damn it you are so articulate! (Yes I am jealous :-P)
    actually that's a lie. I even forgot to become jealous. Every single line...so beautiful. And I know I say beautiful a lot but this was actually *Beautiful*.

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  8. Oh man I had posted a nice big comment here and it has vanished :(

    So...you write so darn beautifully that it makes me this green eyes envious monster.
    Except...that I honestly forgot to be jealous :| this was that beautiful!

    (p.s. if a comment kind of like this has gotten posted on some other post of yours then well, that's where it has 'vanished' to...otherwise a ghost lurks around here :P)

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  9. @Mashi: Thankyou! Eta holo gie New Years special :)


    @Antara: Haha I have no clue where your comment. Pretty sure there's some creepy ghost business going on here :P
    And aw! Thank you, adorable! You're much much too kind :)

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  10. It doesn't take much but a sweet memory for a man to be happy, and bear a smile, ear to ear. A sweet memory, maybe of the last day of the last year, or some distant memory, of fusion, of love and happiness.

    Nice post.


    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  11. Beautifully said, and oh so true. It doesn't take too much to be happy after all :)

    Thank you..
    have a gorgeous 2012 :)

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  12. Sighh you are my evergreen genius always :) and with each write you just mature :)
    And I so agree with Vantz you have way with words :D

    I Sooo love your words and you :-*

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  13. Hello gorgeous,
    You've always been so kind! Thank you, m'love :)

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  15. Thank you so much for visiting! :)

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  16. Like the writing for many reasons..

    First its fresh...and its breezy...

    'If there was to be an hourglass for that night, it would be a weeping one. We'd make the sand stay clenched in between our fingers, we'd hold on till the last call of the pupil to beg for some slumber, we'd hold on till we could refrain the urge of floating into sweet unconsciousness, we'd hold on to time till we found its track again.'

    Brilliant!

    Hours sweeped, and our arrogant ignorance to it was never too appalling to the both of us. Ironic how the first sunrise of the year was ignored in pure bliss, perhaps because there was too much of warmth in the fluidity of words that brushed past the blushes on our cheeks ever so often.

    Brilliant Again...

    :)

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  17. your stories are always so intriguing! i totally love to pull out the best phrases, but there are just so many great ones here. maybe "morning peeled itself" or "the song entangled me into its trance"--so cool!

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  18. @Kunal: Hi, there! Thank you so much, you're much too kind.
    I'm thrilled that a few lines of mine were recognized by my readers.. What else could I ask for :)

    @Cheryl: Why thank you my love! Aren't you adorable :)

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