Free to Live

I despise the rules of the game.

The game that faces play with each other.

The game that a mortal wins and loses to another mortal.

I reject the order of the world. Universe.  

The order that kills the unordered.

The order that beautifies beauty and abandons the ugly.

I ignore the grammar of the language.

The grammar that has no meaning for the uninitiated.

The grammar that not a child knows

Yet he explains with vigor, his thoughts.

I ignore the knowledge of the world.

Knowledge that makes me conscious.

Knowledge that forces me to acquire more of it without any purpose.

I abandon the rationality of humanity.

Rationality that murders the creativity.

Rationality that rapes the innocent art of children.

Picasso said – "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child”

I hate world acknowledging Picasso.

Or for that matter Einstein or Brahma or Peacock.

Who are you to prove the existence of the illusion

That you see through your conditioned thought process.

What is Art? What is Fairness? What is Life? What is Sex?

I want to go, move, die in the womb of nature.

Nature alone beholds the truth. The truth of illusion.

I am an illusion.

Free to wander and live and die.

I am Music

I am cursed. Wherever I go, people forget everything. If they loved something, they start loving me when they meet me. My name is Musicachand Musiclal. My father Oboe Trumpet and my mother Flute Piano fell in love and created Musicachand Musiclal, in short, Music. Then they sent me all over the world. People hated me. They said – “Music is unlucky. Wherever he goes, people start liking Music and forget everything. They want everything to be turned to Music.” I had the power, my mother Flute Piano had once told me, to make clones of myself. So, I was there. So many of me. Everywhere I went, I left at least one Music behind me.

Now,everywhere Musics grew from their childhood to adolescence to adulthood. But my father had once told me – “Music, you will never die!” So, Musics never died. Each Music had my powers so they created more Music and even more Music. People threw Rock at them. They turned Rock to Music. People Beat them. They turned Beat to Music. People started Popping them. They turned Pop into Music. People tied them with wires and put them in drums. They made Music out of Wires and Drums. In this way, Musics were everywhere. I am not joking. You can still see Rock Music and Pop Music and hear Music from Wires and Drums and Beats. As you notice, I never lie. Music never lies. I used to have a friend who was really pretty. I loved her. Now she is my wife. Her name is Word. She always lies. I do not lie, never. But still I love her. We even have a child and we have named her Song. She is very sweet.

But I have to run away from them. People have started hating them because I am with them and they hate Music.

So, I run away.

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“I would likes the arrangements done to turned the Queen into a music. Don’t you understood my word? I orders you to call Queen and turns him to a music! Fast, before she run away!”

“I will liked the arrangements did to turns the Queen to music. Haven’t you understand my words? I order you to bring Queen and turned her in music! Hurry, before she runned away!”

“I would like the arrangements to be done to turn the Queen into a musical note. Didn’t you get my words? I order you to bring the Queen and turn her into music! Fast, before she runs away!”

I worked in the courts of 3 Kings. As I was cursed, they started liking me. So, I had to turn their Queens to Music. I believe you all have understood what the 3 Kings said in the above 3 dialogues. Not the Word, but the meaning! Only I can understand Word. No one else can. Anyway, if you have understood the meaning why did you keep noticing the Grammar of the dialogues? Is it so important even when the meaning has been conveyed to you?

I have always hated Grammar and till now, me and all other Musics have stayed away from it. But my Word couldn't. Grammar came to know about Word and forced her to marry him. My daughter Song somehow fled from that place and now lives with me. But I feel sorry for Word. I cry everyday. Word, where are you? Please come back to me. Please. Please. Please. We will live happily here. I now live in a country called Internet. Almost one of every kind of Musics are here, Rock Music, Pop Music and some others like Jazz Music and Classical Music. I do not earn much here except when I occasionally go to work at a place called iTunes. But it’s still very nice here. Everyone loves Musics and Song is everyone’s favorite. But I miss you, Word. Please come back! I am waiting. I am pining for you. I am… (I have lost Word. Can’t say anything more.)