Thursday, June 20, 2013

A blank page

and I begin writing. With a quill. My fingers and nails stained in cobalt blue. A blue that has bled deep into my fingertips. My fingers move, forming shapes and curves, dots and dashes...forming words. Guided by a force called the heart... perhaps. Once in a while the quill stops. To dip in and write again. And then, there is a blotch of blue. A blotch that spreads into several pores of the paper, washing over a word or two on separate lines. The blotch seems to make a couple of lines meaningless. Or perhaps, they didn't have much meaning earlier either. But I followed the dictates of my heart. My fingers wrote on, guided for what seemed like an eternity. On and on I write, I believe. In my mind I had written reams, while, in reality, I had barely filled a solitary sheet. I dip the quill again. This time the pot of ink spills over. On all the words I had written. The paper is soaked. Little by little do I see my words and the intervals of ivory turning into a brilliant cobalt blue.. I watch, while the ink carries my words along, dripping on to the hard stone floor. A short journey that was, from paper to the floor. My words now rest in peace. So many of them. Or maybe, not so many. Completely contained in a few drops of cobalt blue, as they were before. More so now. And like a scar will the stain remain, containing and reminding me of words that once were, neatly arranged, on a piece of paper. 

9 comments:

pavithra said...

chin? ? ?

Anonymous said...

This "text" needs a translation : p
Chin, onnum puriyela but your wordings is awesome. Felt like finish reading a brilliant novel. Next 'hat' Novelist?

Anu said...

:) Big smile.. thats what your post gave me this time. You are trying to convey something.. poetically. But i guess you are growing less expressive. People who knows you personally can comprehend better.


In the beginning of this year i reached your blog thru twitter. Reading it since then and I found the number of your posts are halving every year.(Roughly since 2009). Growing busy? or..?

Akila said...

Poetic Chinmayi, but don't know what you are trying to convey. Whatever it is may it is only for good. Take care and Keep Smiling.

Kalai Arasan said...

Somehow I felt carried away thru the lines of this blog. Eventhough I read that in English, it always went into my neurons translated into tamizh, hope the words had magical touch into it.

Ananth said...

Everyday is a blank page..start filling it with cobalt blue..that fades away end of the day...and start all over..a new day..new meaning..a new start..Chinmayee! This blog sounds like a string of Haiku's....-Ananth

Priya Sivan said...

Looks like you are reminded now and then of your Board Exams you wrote a few years back :) On a serious note, transitions happen at every stage of our life and we begin to get a more mature outlook.

AISHWARYA said...

i do not know why but this article of yours flashes the Uttrakhand flood tragedy! cobalt blue defines the flood/water and the words define people to me! most of them washed away in the pot of ink which fell from no where and the words did not expect this from where it was originated!

Chinpottu said...

Reminded of a dialogue from Kamal's movie "Kaadhalaa Kaadhalaa":

""Idhellaam eppadinga ungalukku theriyudhu?"""