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Yes we had sniffled and sobbed together when
Bruce Hatlan had hung himself from the ceiling
despite being aware of the fact that he was just
an old guy with an IMDB profile doing his job
eagerly waiting for the balding director to simply
yell 'Cut it' or 'Let's do that again' in the mike
As Hatlan came and went the characters changed
the focus went back to Red and his prison chums
but we could't fight our sobs or rather we did not
want to as sometimes being affected just felt so
much better than being distant-indifferent-nothing
Barry Egan again did it to me many years later
there were violent bursts this time [and all that saliva]
your face had never looked so hazy until that endless
night and all I remember is your persistent smile-so
pacific in my deafening emotional storm [tangible Nibbana]
Eventually you stopped fighting it like always [more tears]
we went to sleep shrunken and wrapped like two day old
hot dogs in the fridge-devoid of any moisture [yet alive]
Over the years there was Alex Supertramp and Joel Barish
the Jones couple traveling in Morocco not to forget Uxbal
even the born again Jack Jordan and many more who moved
us closer in ways as we sat-held hands-cried together
truly united by the power of cinema and universal connect
while in reality it was us reenacting our life scripts
One day in a fit of rage you threw the projector out
there was a loud crash followed by a commotion down
Strangely empty of tears-life-love we stared on and
then you quietly left the house leaving the spare key
I ran after you and went in the other direction-hoping
that when I came back after a few hours someone would
have stolen every single one of those goddamn DVDs
Published 15th Jun 2012
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16th Jun 2012 00:02am
A movie I'd love to see. Awesome job with the descriptive, yet subtle prose.
16th Jun 2012 00:26am
1dArlingnicky
Thank you for stopping by. It's a pleasure to have you in this side of the world.:) Yes, in
the end life turns out to be a movie. Noone is spared. And we will all see.
Thank you for the kind words. Glad you think so.
Light,
Sumeet
Thank you for stopping by. It's a pleasure to have you in this side of the world.:) Yes, in
the end life turns out to be a movie. Noone is spared. And we will all see.
Thank you for the kind words. Glad you think so.
Light,
Sumeet
