Words can come from oracles, like sirens ringing out of wooden floors while mother waits patiently over the threshold, eager for the plane ticket in his palms.
Words come from motormouths, gaping wide at the valley till the altar of adulthood reveals a mountain peak and the same sirens produce squirts of anxiety about the future. Words left over as the final call on the summit.
He picks up tatters left as clothes, chopped blocks of wood as dying sacraments of the migrant’s pursuit and puts curved stones on the nape of his neck to ensure tunnels don’t enter the wound there.
To go away, leave at the earliest, is the command. But he holds himself vigorously, stubborn as a mule and sacrosanct as a child, by the scruff of a green soul, veins blue as those embroidered suits kept away, their soft departures unbecoming for those strange climes he’s banished to. An eventual exile affronting his constituency back home.
The words are cruel stipends to him, repaid with mere confrontations and a yellowed, soured disposition, like a drowning body recovered from deep down the lakes where alligators await their fodder.
Say anything. Only don’t cry out, ‘He’s one from a dying breed’
‘He’s one from a dying breed’ now rings like sirens from oracles passed down as the family tree.
I launch myself, with a searing, soaring passion for all domains verging on the writerly and creative with a beginner's appetite here and that's how I believe in adding meaning to each day. A lucky mascot of literature, cinema and culture, I come riding on spirited wings from the emblematic city of Lucknow where all those reside and thrive. My breeding ground and my mindscape all are committed to these three life forces. Cinema. Culture. Literature. But the biggest and all consuming parent to these is life that breeds them . There is the discovery that comes from expressing yourself, clear eyed and even mystical, when you come from a city like this. I am here to expand my worldviews, share my earliest inspirations and evolutions and go with the flow through the most accessible outlet there is : writing. Conventionally, my biography is that of a degree holder in English literature encompassing Undergraduate, Postgraduate and M Phil years and every possible experience of learning finer points of knowledge . I have already taken the plunge of creating a solid base for my works by publishing my poems and articles on the renowned worldwide community/ writing sanctuary Wattpad since 2015, a platform which is a miracle for anyone pursuing so much as a flash of wordplay and thoughts to spare. It has redefined my life and allows me to go strong. You can read my works there under the username MadMenWearingFedora / Prithvijeet. That is the springboard that catapulted me to a confident vocational revival. So here I am. Both originality and novelty are the key words to define this eternal student of life. So with the tip of the pen blessing my head and a new vigor, I welcome you all to my realm. AN AWADH BOY'S PANORAMA beckons.
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An Awadh Boy's Panorama : tracing words on these filigreed, discerning fingertips. 