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The Silver Chronograph,1868, Swiss made...Now in India!!!
I am born on the street,
amidst communal riots-
I have nothing to vibe for,
my upbringing, my education, or anything-
neither the chasing by the decoys,
nor when I was exhibited or proudly conquered,
by my sole owner.
Even that day I was not born,when I stopped my breath for few seconds,
saved from being destroyed beneath the stampede-
my fate continued me ticking,
and I was frisked for at the airport,
by the authorities seeking.
I was a dormant bomb that continued its journey,
from one street to the other,
I wish I could have stopped someday,
in my owner’s hands-
and he stopped wearing me,
so that he could not have been killed,
in the hands of my previous owner.
[b][i]If someone is destined to die, death will happen and the time for the same will be born much earlier, in a nascent stage that no one can even recognize. The universal truth has been well captured in this short fiction where the watch bearing the time is speaking the tale of its owners, one proud big guy killed in the communal riots in India, sometime ago, and the following successor who was assassinated after sometime by mistake, because he was wearing the same watch.
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amidst communal riots-
I have nothing to vibe for,
my upbringing, my education, or anything-
neither the chasing by the decoys,
nor when I was exhibited or proudly conquered,
by my sole owner.
Even that day I was not born,when I stopped my breath for few seconds,
saved from being destroyed beneath the stampede-
my fate continued me ticking,
and I was frisked for at the airport,
by the authorities seeking.
I was a dormant bomb that continued its journey,
from one street to the other,
I wish I could have stopped someday,
in my owner’s hands-
and he stopped wearing me,
so that he could not have been killed,
in the hands of my previous owner.
[b][i]If someone is destined to die, death will happen and the time for the same will be born much earlier, in a nascent stage that no one can even recognize. The universal truth has been well captured in this short fiction where the watch bearing the time is speaking the tale of its owners, one proud big guy killed in the communal riots in India, sometime ago, and the following successor who was assassinated after sometime by mistake, because he was wearing the same watch.
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Published 9th Mar 2010
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9th Mar 2010 12:20pm
...which draws on snippets of history, Anando. I always find it funny that the Swiss know how to keep out of wars and how to make watches. I'm not sure about destiny being preordained myself though and I wonder if objects have the sort of power you suggest. A thought provoking piece with some noble sentiment - thank you.
Anonymous
14th Mar 2010 5:01pm
which - and I know this sounds strange - evokes with near perfection the complex mind frame of the little silver chronograph. Still not overly enamoured of your prose explanations which succeed each piece, but I understand why you place them there and, hey, it isn't my place to judge another artist's stylistic preferences.
14th Mar 2010 5:08pm
You have aroused me your further attention Jack...I will like to hear more from you in this regard...don't mind judging...I feel like I will be more enriched in my further works...an artist for a masterpiece...an artist for an artist...
