Kothakoli-came from 'Kolikar kotha', in an effort to log the monologue-ous conversations that rage in conundrum, the arguments and questions that rumble inside to make me, 'me'. Kothakoli strives to stay true to the name: a dance, an exotic, challenging, colorful, beautiful dance. Somewhat like life itself.

Cob web

Stuck on a dynamic cob web

Sticky wires tugging at every available appendage

Pulsating on my nervous system

Tapping all the sensations

Invading crevices of my brain

Reading my private thoughts

Thoughts…stacks of them..

Wound onto each other like snakes,
I’m so confused I could die.

Stuck on these thoughts

The cobweb gnaws at my limbs

I can’t move

I can’t fight it any longer

Any moment I could give in

But another ..just another
as long as you can hold on to another tiny second, you’re saved

Saved .. not given up that is..

Stuck on the cobweb

Pulling me apart

Pulling me into pieces.. tossing them all around

Multiplied a few times

Like twenty-four hours in a day heaved into twenty six if that would please

Like a brain pestled under the pressure of a grandfather clock

Ticking away your opportunities

The brain pestled into millions of cells and blood…a cell for every one

For all that is yet undone

A cell for everyone,

For all who couldn’t undo the lash of the cob web.

Put them all in and shut their motion

Knot their impulses and confuse them

In the whiteness of the cold

That awaits everyone

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