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I was looking for help… I didn’t find him. I looked out for help in that silent lightlessness..
I cried out for him… but either he is non existent or has become deaf! Or may be he doesn’t find me... Neither has he saved me ever. Rather I prefer to bank on my sanity than to look for that tall man with that angular hat... Mr. Help.
I do not remember how I met Mr. Help perhaps it was long back amidst a quiet sundown I shouted ‘helppppppppppp” as love left me alone amidst the emerald splendour of the woods. Since then I have never met love, his thought even nauseates me. But each night I see love standing at the corner of the terrace and playing his magic violin. I see the silhouette of love, his fingers and his neck perfectly projected against the shimmering beams of the tawny moon. I listen to the tune of his violin… what song is it !! I close my eyes and try to find out where I have last heard this song! I think.. I drown and sink in the melancholy of love’s music.
As I hear the nights call in love’s music rejection comes and sits by me. Tenderly holding my hand rejection murmurs the saga which i desperately want to forget, all over again .. I ask him to stop.. He goes away leaving my ally, sadness beside me. Sadness is soft…..fragile .. with her deep dark eyes she reminds me of the balmy eves, the indolent noons … we sit quietly facing the moon … Sadness and me .. I ladled the single jar of wine and raise a toast to the tawny moon. We danced….and the shadow of the moon rocked back and forth.. and then in the oozing darkness we three pledge to meet again to invoke Happiness!!