News for Savaged

Yes, blow by blow, the creeps of the last breath have drawn themselves away from my frame. It is beautiful if you ask me, the sensation if at all  there is of being numb and the drop before the anesthesia of an encompassing hopelessness swallows the ooze of pain through the creeks of the last of your senses.The blows were vicious, a sting would not hold the venom of the strike that were meted out in successive beatings. A pulverized being, least malleable yet flattened to the earth by such a strong hammer that the marrow in the bones mashed with the will in the blood and dissolved like the grit to stand up to the fate.I have resigned , perhaps, no longer is there a will to reason with the unreasonable twists of the last few conscious moments.Another limb has fallen, this is not a post traumatic disorder.

We were Water.

I know of desire,
have tasted it's ashes,
less warmth from a fire,
with a splinter that crashes,
flies in soot after glow,
crackling on wood and flesh hollow.


If we were not wooden
(in expression, but profound)
 in words spoken that night
of the sea, the wind, the sand and the tide.
Closer than they were there,
the prospect of passions to share.

We could have been water,
waves,from an ocean rising twice
lashing and mingling in stark high tides
miscible, liquid, in a flow.
tuned in spirits , fervent or slow.


not sand but water in entwine,
mingling of breath, blood, flesh
 by the tranquil blue, never enmeshed..


 sands are parched, dry and pale,
by summer tempest and winter's gale
now at the end meet the shore
Could the wind not float evermore?

water and salt
by them soaked in love
before the storm will fall.

We could have been water
in each others arms,
miscible, liquid,less viscous layers
each flowing over the other in there,
river or the sea, each one in form
and how does it matter
where the other is from?


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Virtualization

Forgive my cheek and abandonment if you have come here looking for a technical definition(you shouldn't have, the title to the blog makes it apparent)though the inspiration for the title and the content came from that very context.
A social circle comprising of a couple of adept computer geeks and listening to their conversation with theoretical  resources  to bake only half the information into something fruitful can lead to well, digressions ( if you find this article a regression though, I firmly recommend you to switch to an article of absolute relevance to you) . My basics might be intact but as they continued with the nuances, I shut myself to the interpolation of my own graph between technical definitions and their analysis(it is a rather deformed curve) and the thought process ran in a different direction.

Versions in the human machinery have been particularly of my interest. It is strange that a human psyche can inhabit so many incompatible traits, each running on a different platform.A plethora, still contained by the diversification and the adaptation of each as and when the situation demands.
Recently I was in discussion with a friend over the traces of paroxysm that exist in my behavior.I chuckled with a complacency that has become my natural defense to such frequent accusations by people. In fact all people who have known me at any point in my life can recollect an instance when they had been exposed to what they thought was some kind of a neurosis.I differ, not only because I have been on the other side of the glass but also because I see these switches not as a disorder or even merely as a natural tendency.

It is a remedy. A remedy to all those actions that we logically feed into ourselves as precautionary measures,not knowing what have we cautioned ourselves from.A remedy to all those unnatural traits that we have acquired over the practice of norms in our day to day life. The human temptation of killing uncertainty with manual attempts or the fallacy of adding to the rut with some exotica (so much that the exotic is perfunctory).
The 'virtualization' of the human psyche may seem spontaneous,but amendments are never natural, they are added to modify as a result or a cause of some chronological or sociological events.
The term justifies the significance of the 'make believe' element that exists in this labyrinth of increasing complexity.Divisions and blocks that try to distinguish one aspect of ourselves from the other but trace mazes in the process.

Perhaps the starkness that comes from doing away with the subdued is the paroxysm that exists in my behavior. The equilibrium that is at play most of the times is not superfluous but is virtually fed. The deviation is natural.
Unlike computing the disadvantages of virtualization to the human machinery are many ,they are serious and the damages could be irreparable. If the paroxysm or neurosis is the ultimate state of insanity to people then let me introduce them to another disorder that is delusion, it takes them away from reality.... 'Psychosis'.