I was dreaming with eyes awake, floating on a river of laughs. A river that did not run, but strolled through the forest, and only by the light of the moon, far from the tyranny of the midday sun. By day we were quiet, both me and river, quiet as the sound of a broken guitar held in unfamiliar hands.
My hand leads no pen to the dance, across the music of the page. Instead my fingers, like petulant children, throw tantrums across a keyboard, their staccato wailing producing naught. I should return to the pen, and our old familiar tangos, when the empty page was music enough.
The world is faster than I want to run, louder than I care to hear, and smells like all the things that squeeze me like a canister of bile. They killed Michael Jackson. I don’t care what the reports say, I don’t care how they say it happened. THEY killed him long before the twenty-fifth of June. They killed him by laughing, they killed him with envy, they killed him with misunderstanding, they killed him with scorn, they killed him with success. The bright ones cannot live long in this darkling world. They shine too bright for the rest of us. And so inevitably we smother them. We do not mean to. We simply want to stand closer to their light, bathed in their warmth, in their passion, never realizing that by doing so we are choking them away.
Every month I go through a few days of darkness, where all I see and all I touch is as ash. Today was the last of the dark days. Tomorrow, the light rises in my mind. I can already feel it’s coming, feel it like I’m waiting for my love to walk off that plane that just landed.
There are so many things I wish to speak of, so many questions I wish to pose, and epiphanies to share. But I shall refrain for now. I want my words only birthed during my days of light. And so I shall write again, soon. Until then I just wish to say two things.
1) “Sikandar” releases on August 21
2) An alternative portal to this blog is sufisoulselective.blogspot.com


They sure did kill MJ Arunji… I hate them, all of them for doing that to him… they ruined his life… I choose to celebrate his existence than mourn his death… he is alive, well and rocking in my mind…
[ REPORT ABUSE ]yup,many of us know wht hapnd to mj.arent v 2o dyng like tht?isnt it tht v start realising tht v live life nly once?true mj is alive in all our hearts!
[ REPORT ABUSE ]he is not dead.. he is alive teling us plss do not over stress yourselfs.. pls spend less than u earn..
[ REPORT ABUSE ]Yeah….you are right in your comment about MJ…..we too are all going through this sort of phase where we are everyday killing a little of ourselves for various reasons. Anyway life goes on & so try to be happy for every reason it gives us…
[ REPORT ABUSE ]I see as a Paulo Coelho in the making…..The style is similar….Good going…..keep writing…about happy things.MJ
[ REPORT ABUSE ]has finally been put to rest.Peace to his soul……
write more…
[ REPORT ABUSE ]leave m j a lone , now he is believed that the god has no son and wife.we hope he comes to peace now .just remember the last things he made it right.
[ REPORT ABUSE ]I have learnt more about MJ only after his death!
[ REPORT ABUSE ]Very touching blog. No words left to describe the pain of MJ’s death, we are feeling. But he’ll remain alive in our heart.
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u r right sir we respect y r feeli n g
[ REPORT ABUSE ]very powerful writing. I really enjoyed this piece of writing.
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