Voices Unseen
I hear voices. Do you?
Well, if you do, I can be comforted.
Dreams for me are more
than mere dreams! They are ready to play their scenes the moment the curtain
falls. And what's more? They make sure they play on until I tug at the strings
of my curtain at daybreak. But do they stop with that? No...They continue to
play and re-play the scenes in my mind's eye for the rest of the day. The
players you ask? Oh well...they can be anyone...someone I bumped into
during the day or someone from one of the previous plays; someone close to my
heart or otherwise; or some random person who perhaps wishes to be a part of
the whole chaotic play.
But these are quite
ordinary I suppose. What tires me out is the constant play of voices inside my
head. They aren't anything like the incomprehensible buzz that leaves one hazy;
on the contrary they are quite lucid. Their eloquence, more often than not,
leaves me stunned and makes me wish they would simply shut up. These voices are
sometimes a monologue, sometimes a dialogue, a running commentary, but mostly-a
cacophony! I have wondered many times about the script writer. Surprising how
he never gets weary prompting these voices to play these alarmingly unending
discourses.
I wouldn't be surprised if you
wonder at this point if I am in the right state of mind. It’s quite possible
that I am making a mountain out of a molehill. This, I suppose is not an
uncommon phenomenon after all. For some, these voices take the form of a bird
and for yet others they are simply their conscience, and there are few who
offhandedly christen them as a hunch or an intuition. Maybe all of us have
script writers in us, called by different names, and a dais all set to stage
their crafty plots. And perhaps I spend a little more time than the rest of
you, lending a pair of pitiful, invisible ears to my very own writer’s schemes.
That said, there is a voice asking me the motif
behind this script of mine. Nothing at all. Maybe I am as jobless as the
playwright in me craving for an innocent audience or maybe I wish to solely keep
a check on my sanity. Well, I guess my purpose is achieved nonetheless. Next time
delve deep inside you, lend your ears to the resonating voices and stay as sane
as I am! So long folks!
