  Silence of the Crowd It's not enough. Or is it?Flowing water. Curbed thoughts. Expression suspended. Spiraling smoke.An amulet encircling my thumb. Uncomfortably numb.I want more.
Or not. Will I stop looking?This is the beginning.Or the end?No I am not stoned.Blinking cell. Blue and white.Disgusting noise. Eclectic psycho-babble.Long hair. Unfinished looks. Bald man; doesn't smoke.Spiraling smoke.Crystal ashtray.
Pen moving. Thoughts astray. Crumpled tissue..Non blank cheque, enclosed inside. Uncashed yet.Trying to hide or reveal.Noisy water. Crowded train. Beaded nose ring.Not too bored.
No motion, of thoughts or feet, or things, living or unmanifest, just water.Silence in words. Words of silence. So who defines natural? Conservative courts? Closed minds?Filthy, rotten books, wormed into by aging decay.I don't want to be Jesus. I don't want to be an angel.I don't want to be anything.
Being John Malkovich. I don't want to be him. ********************************************************************************** I wrote it partly on a crumpled tissue paper and partly on the backside of an ICICI credit card bill envelope. I put down the first thing that came to mind when i saw&nbsp;OR felt anything. ] d e e p a [ 
