Jigsaw Puzzle

Wednesday, February 2, 2012 . 5 comments . Posted in General

I’m glad that you are not me. But if I was you, I would have walked through to see if everything remained sill the same.

A bunch of army visited me in my dream. Infants kept falling on their way. There was absolute silence. When the horses hopped across the dale, to freeze the peaceful land, I stayed numb. I don’t consider myself to be awake at the middle of night. Hence I dream. I have broken chains hanging around my neck. Each of its links, tilted – and tainted. If, and only if they remain attached. I wish. What do they need?

Why do they sly? I sigh. But it doesn’t matter much to the ‘mature’ people. Instead they relish what they witness or feel about infants. Innocence lost. Innocent mortals are burned and buried. In the end, who wins? Who falls? Who fights?

Nobody…

I’m glad that you are not me. My woes differ from yours. Probably it may be lesser than what you possess. And by chance if we trade them, who would carry more? Would you rather sit back and infuse the hollowness with rooms of mirage? It got to be beguiling. Like a feather flying away with the breeze to taste its momentary freedom.

I’m glad that you are not me. But we do have similar faces. We observe things alike. But we perceive them in a different way. My life is limited in my thoughts. The army that crossed the dale, to slay the innocent infants believed to be immortals. Their hearts are frozen. It never cares. It never bleeds. They yearn for blood. Their mind murmurs for triumph. In the end, who wins? Who falls? Who survives?

Nobody…

But I know that good never die. I was also taught that every good thing that we perform will have a brighter side.

If, and only if my ink had lasted for another line, another word would have got tattooed on this page. Everything has its time. I’m glad that I am not you.

If I was you, I would have missed out learning someone so special like you. Let these words find its way. Like jigsaw puzzle resolves a padlocked mystery.


5 Comments

  1. Sayanti

    Astounding piece … Just mindblowing …. excellent imagery of army & innocent infants … every word was kind of a vision … Once again glad to have u dreaming for ur ink to say… we r glad to hv u as a priced possession amidst us !

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  2. Heena

    Brilliant one again NJ

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  3. chetan

    The broken chains are broken… We do wish that why not they be as they were earlier.. ‘we wish’ but its just fact that they cannot be.. just like that infants getting slayed… those broken chains too can never be joined back.. once broken never repaired… in the end it just leaves us numb… only to let us be witnesses.. witness to the game… the game of jigsaw puzzle… the jigsaw puzzle called life.. ….. 🙂

    Loved reading this dear NJ…

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  4. sancheeta biswas

    the purpose of your ink to imprint the tattoo of knowing someone so special is too deep. if we take a deep breathe to realize the difference between YOU and ME, then we can solve the puzzle in a different way. but the way you solved it out is the best, between the brutal army forces and the innocent infants, it is a biased game. though the blood drinkers are powerful enough to win, are they the real winners? in the land of dreams we are the researchers of peace and tranquility. failing the innocence who falls? who gains? none, still are hopes drive us to enlighten ourselves painting the bright shades leaning on the back wall of a PESSIMIST.

    LOVED YOUR BRIGHTLY SHADED DREAM.

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