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* THIS ODE IS SITUATED WHEN ABHAY RAICHAND IS JUST INTRODUCED TO THE AUDIENCE FOR A MONTH OR SO...I AM GOING BACK TO THE START..AS THE FELLOW MEMBERS WANTED ALL OF US TO WALK DOWN THE PATH OF MEMORY LANE...*
AN IMAGINARY MONOLOGUE OF ABHAY RAICHAND SET BACK IN THE VERY INITIAL EPISODES OF PKYEK:
There comes a notion midst the sadistic tunes of Destiny when the swirling elliptical face of Darkness makes you dissolve into her skin of swirls..eventually making you an asset of her features...Time being the Devil's advocate , assists Destiny to weave a heart without a beat or a pang and a body without humanistic sense or feeling... instead she designs a broad , black ocean of solitary graveyard silence mounted over internal monstrous cobwebs...cobwebs made of sacred thick threads of an old Princess Maithli's heart and memoirs. Threads which in every flicker of my damned death hangs on her every word , notion and 200 year old pulse she gifted me two centuries ago inside the deep foliage of woods...the sole purpose of a life walking under Death's shadows flows and subsists upon a desire and wish to sit outside Heaven's doors in order to hear Maithli breathing inside God's cream coloured chambers...such is the inclination and need said in thousand palls of monotonous silence oozing out from my numb , closed concentric seas of icy nausea as i feel and gaze upon the crescent-shaped beauty [moon]...leaning upon the support of my two best friends : the coarse , tumultuous winds , and the stitched architecture of grey nights. My nodes of silence made through the memoirs of an afterglow in the name of Maithli are heard by my crescent-shaped beauty in the form of musical notes creating a nostalgic symphony upon her angelic ears..Yet , as i continue speaking to her in my musical tides and waves of murderous silence ...i wonder if my silence kills the moon every night just like it killed me?...
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