Nature dances to the flurry of winds, its an onslaught, the cool gusty breeze finds a way to your head and smashes it hard,
As I commence the sacred ritual of burning the grass, releasing the spirit as addictive as an obsession leaving the soul charred.
The voices in my head don’t make any sense as they fade out, an unvoiced static envelopes the brain and I begin to hear the sound of silence,
Bliss, a haven where the mind and the soul unite; you open your arms and take flight, unperturbed even by a single feeling of hatred and petulance.
I walk into the woods, a path which leads to a funeral. And there lay my best friend, taking his own life, forgetting that I was always there to lend a hand,
I tried to stop him, but yet he went away, evanescing into thin air that just blew to right into my head as I stood there hapless in an unknown land.
She was standing there, below the waterfall like a queen vanquished from her kingdom, gracefully letting the force of the stream uplift her to spirituality,
I was left staring speechless at her pure beauty, gasping for her breath as she came close and whispered that we would be together till eternity.
But there came her letter of recall, as she boarded the carriage back to her home, she never looked back not even once, neither do the tears come out not even once,
Now the burning rage engulfs my system as I run, after slaying her with my axe leaving behind a trail of blood, guilt shouting out to the conscience.
I feel better now, the open lands embracing me into their laps, as I collapse on the ground, demanding more, I want to go higher,
The hazy, misty maze is my reality and I have accepted to live in this mysterious world, concealed from mankind.
It’s a dungeon and I am imprisoned in it for my sins, wanting to get out but I’m on the threshold of giving in and surrendering,
A light guides me out my misery and onto a amphitheatre without any audience, the subtle strings of the violin drenched in sadness,
The music so enchanting I am bestowed in a sea of tranquility, with each moment feeling like it’s the point of eternity, Gods come down to mortality and bless.
I open my eyes, and I see war, killings and unrest. This music can bridge borders, and create peace I yell at the top of my voice,
I drift into another world, children in luxury sit oblivious in glee while a mother tries to pacify her new born on the street, laced in poverty built on a world of lies.
Pondering on ideologies and perplexities, I dawn back slowly; I feel like the control is slowly being lost, I need more to go back; the closure is too abrupt,
I am losing those images, those moments, the vision; someone’s snatched me from the sky, just as I was flying high, I fall with a thud a wake up.
The images and visions were not for the faint hearted, as I tried to recollect, but alas in vain, it was like a painting that lacked finesse,
I tried to perceive, tried to argue and analyse but the only word, the only definition which flashed across was MY RANDOMNESS…..
