Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Midnight Conversations : Part Two

Prisoner(P): Its odd to have the freedom and not know what to do with it, your majesty.
Night Queen (NQ): You should have listened to the Nightingale a little longer.
P: I'm afraid I'm no good at songs. Or sketches. Or dances.Or any other form of expression you encourage.
NQ: Are you aware of all that I encourage or discourage? Are you even aware of all forms of expression?
P: Well...
NQ: Don't reject what you can do before even doing it.
P: Will a conversation do?
NQ (smiling): Conversation sounds good.
P: Your stars are rather bright. Showing off your jewels?
NQ: It's the start of a new year, after all. I thought it called for a little celebration.
P: Ah! Am I invited?
NQ: Everybody who likes me is invited.
P: I like you enough then. But what's so new about this year? It's not as if life would change as the date does.
NQ: New beginnings come with some hope that we'd do better in the times ahead. I'd rather spread around that hope. And who doesn't need a reason to celebrate?
P: True, m'lady. Where's the nightingale, by the way?
NQ: Helping out someone else, I believe. Where else would she be?
P: Ah. She has no joy of her own?
NQ: That's only for her to decide, what her joy is. But lo, there comes a new dawn.
P: Pray that I get used to the freedom.
NQ: Pray that everyone finds out who they are, and they like who they are. Pray that people like the life they live.
P: Pray to whom?
NQ: To whatever or whoever you believe in.
P: I'm not sure what that is...
NQ: Have a good year ahead.

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Freedom in a Song

Prisoner (P): Ah. Who do we have here?
Nightingale(NG): A dream and a nightmare.
P: What brings you to my door?
NG: A Queen's request, and nature's lure.
P: I don't think I understand... I never called you.
NG: You didn't call the Wind or the Rain. They were here, too.
P: They are friends. They can come whenever time they get.
NG: So am I, you just don't know it yet.
P: your song is strange. I've never heard it before.
NG: Fool! It is your song, your scale, your score.
Her Majesty has sent me for you- for you are in the want of a song.
A song for love, maybe? For the maiden to whom you belong?
A song for freedom, maybe? For the world you've seen through so many different views-
all but your own. Or maybe you want a muse?
An inspiration, to whom you can dedicate your thought to
Or a guide, who can tell you all that you ought to?
P: I know not what I want. I know not what I need.
NG: You've let insecurity breed.
Your muse, yor guide, your love- they await you.
There's but one thing you need to do.
P: What! Name it and it shall be done!
NG: Break these walls and run!
P: The walls won't break. I've tried.
It's because of that I've cried.
NG: You knew that they won't. Now know that they will.
I'm that magic spell, that miracle pill
that makes it so. Believe in me.
P: I believe, I belive in thee.
(The Wall breaks).
P: Oh! Thank you! You've freed me!
NG: Fool! You've freed thee.
P: But you're the magic wand , the miracle pill-
NG: I am your belief- the belief you never had on your own skill.
What good is a wall broken, when you're sure to make more?
You're still named the Prisoner, forever shutting the door
and then you wonder why you're left alone.
You made the prison-walls, not of stone:
but of fear and doubt.
didn't you wonder how rain and wind and I could come about?
The Walls never existed for us- they were created just for you.
You don't know how to be free- you haven't got a clue:
You think you are free by communicating from your shell-
second hand experiences wont serve you well.
get out, and never be the Prisoner again!
First of all, go change your name!
P: It's all a lie? I've been living a lie? What of my maiden by the Sea?
NG: It was truth to you - as true as can be.
But only to your mind. The maiden would be found -
you're free now, so start looking around.
P: I should thank you- but I've not yet ajusted to not being what I was for so long.
NG: It's ok, it takes time to sing any song.
P: What is my name now? Where do I go ? What do I do?
NG: Sing along, it'll come to you.

Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Midnight Conversations - part one

The Nocturnal Queen (NQ): What's the matter, dear child, its been sometime since I heard your sweet voice. You've been wandering aimlessly too long.
The Nightingale (NG): I'm in search of a new world, your majesty.
NQ: Your Majesty! Only a godmother to you, sweetheart. Do you wish for Utopia? All joy and no sorrow.... where all people are good and none evil?
NG: No, mama, I embrace the grey shades in everyone. I endorse black.... I am happier by the night- but no, no, I don't want people who are always happy... they wouldn't care so much for happiness then. I want people who accept the grey: in themselves and in everyone else. I come from a world where great people fail to acknowledge that they are great, for the pretense of humility, they don't believe in the good in them, they don't forgive the bad in themselves. And people so ill adjusted with themselves are even more uncomfortable with others. In short, I am tired of believing in people who fail to have faith in themselves.
NQ: Ah. But they do believe in you.
NG: I don't know. They believe in the oddest things- in stone idols and quarks, in drowning their sorrows in tobacco smoke, in the beauty of diamonds and in the big bang. It's odd that they belive in such unlikely things, but not in themselves.
NQ: Then be their belief, my child. In hearing your tunes they start listening to their own heart.
NG: I don't know if I can do that anymore, mama. Do you know someone who might need a song at this hour?
NQ: Oh, too many of them, my child, too many of them. But I shall guide you another favourite child of mine : he's called the prisoner.
NG: Oh, I've heard of him. As I travelled by the sea, the waves carried a maiden's notes, calling out to him. I could tell him that there's someone still who believes in him- but would he understand my language?
NQ: Everyone understands your language, dear. Go on, reach him. It's about the time the Sun showed up, I must get some rest now.
NG: Thanks, ma. Wish me luck. I have a brother to cheer up.
NQ: You'll do well. I believe in you, too.