Twinge & Ache : The Gargantuan Pull
How does one overcome grief? Pain or sadness, that has slowly & slowly made the person turn it into a beautiful porcelain , the most expensive though!
Those defer it to be a depressed baby, are still the un-born who are to witness the fallacy and beauty of this life, yet.
How do I explain this? I am actually at the momentum (as I write this) of having these perfect gloomy grey hairlines above outside, all still. The daylight’s all good, giving a company to the air outside. Ah this stillness! Eerie stillness of the broad daylights. How exciting!
You gain some, you lose some. And in between, you become the invisible. Its only in these momentum, one sees itself from a far off space, of how heavy or light the balance is. Just like how beautifully Mohit Chauhan takes you deep in the lines — “tu marz hai dawaa bhi,aur aadat hai humein!
roka hai khud ko lekin, hum reh na sakey!!”
Grief stricken, and the void it follows, that void isn’t a container to fill.
It’s another Gargantua!
Craving for the only one thing one seeks, that it hasn’t received ever — and knowing that’s the only thing one has to offer and nothing less, how beautiful can it be has anyone wondered?
Life is full of surprises, that isn’t a surprise but to go in awe every time it shows you something you believe it never existed. But honey! everything is already in place, taking its time to reach you.
but …
The rain has just started pouring again. Small droplets making way for the water log, to surface in poodles may be! I love seeing these small poodles, also the water acting like a mirror, to watch the reflection of the sky when the water is still there, its so beautiful!
While I see the sky has changed its color tone to a fade light lemonish hue now, the variants shades and colors in between the palette of gaining and losing, keeps changing its course. The sun has peeked out of its closet, asking for some space I guess. Poor baby! The invisibility is demanding its course of action.
While I loath some today in the vibe, I found my memories from a year back from the social media archive. Technology can be offered a kiss sometime, it doesn’t suck much as we brag. Anyway, I found out I was under the quilt of the same space I am talking about, back then as well.
See! that’s the never ending cycle I am talking about, it can be of various anything. For me, its the sheer joy in getting the strength of what I am being represented as, or how the world looks at me. I do realize the bane anything beyond the limit causes. But being an ardent lover of Pain, the bittersweet caress and touch it always leaves behind, is something I would never like to lose. Just like the first shake of your body enjoys after quite a romantic session. Just like the earth allows all the drops to enter it all at once and takes it all in, to store it inside always, because the belonging.
It hurts less , but the scar stays.
It talks less, but the whisper ways.
Powered and nurtured in the hay stacks,
of mundane talks and preaches.
Let it fly, and let’s not disturb it,
let it stay, in the cloak arm of lover’s pit.
As a beau longs for its belle, in the painted town of all that’s sight, and worth-right.
