Prologue(The Dream):
The lights dimmed; the crowd began to hush. As He walked onto the stage, He saw that the club was packed with people. The butterflies in His stomach awoke and began fluttering about, and He felt the urge to turn and run off.
In a dreamlike trance, He picked up my bass guitar and strapped it around His neck. A spotlight cut through the darkness and focused upon the stage, blinding Him momentarily. He heard the drummer begin a four count. Suddenly the club came alive, and resounding music filled the Whisky-A-Go-Go, where twenty-five years earlier, The Doors had begun their musical career. An exhilarating sense of humility and wonder came over Him as He thought, "How did I get here?"
Epilogue(The Life):
He was another face in the crowd
Another body grinding in the surging mass of humanity
Today,
He remains the same
Separated, yet a part of the populace
Respected, yet often misunderstood
Loved, yet often loathed
Adored, yet left alone in a sea of millions
Fulfilled, yet heartbroken
Practical, yet daydreaming
He tries to write, and knows that his words mean much more now and so does his music..the strings...
For he doesn't know the difference between a 'guitar' and a 'pen'....
He starts writing, and he knows that life isn't the same anymore
He continues writing, and realises that he is happy to be a normal person, yet, some shackles stop him from doing as he wishes
He concludes writing, and rues the fact that in spite of his love for writing, his work keeps him away from it, for months together
He knows that he will write again. Love has a way of bringing things around...
He plays His guitar again.....That was a dream....But It will materialize...Soon....yeah soon....
Till tomorrow comes...!!!
P.S: This post has basically been written with rather no motif.....mostly to apprehend the sabatical taken from this space by the blogger....and it shall be understood in the same way..that is..in case...if any soul chances across these words..:)
