(0010hrs, Feb 15)
So the much awaited or dreaded day finally landed and departed just a few minutes ago. How was it? 'Not Bad'. Nothing out of the ordinary ever took place. Or maybe many things out of the ordinary DID take place, but they were very well hidden behind struggling-to-be-opaque veils. But the veils are translucent.
A particular permutation of words of the most common greeting. Although it was obvious it wasn't at all just a casual greeting. It was genuine. Used in lieu of a million other words wanting to be said, a million other words wanting to be heard. But these millions are cleverly and involuntarily and forcibly tucked behind those struggling-to-be-opaque translucent veils.
Well aware of the translucence are two pairs of eyes, but ONE COMPLETE SOUL. One Complete Soul tucked behind the translucent veils it's well aware of. One Complete Soul that has all the potential of being Eternal. Immortal.
Well, the day of mush-becoming-uber-cool and reds-of-love, greens-of-jealousy, greys-of-loneliness and ivories-of-hopeless-hopes has apparently annihilated itself in the seas of fantasy interspersed with reality. And a self-proclaimed Anonymous looks out of the silver bars of the window into the night brightened in sepia modes by the yellow-orange streetlamps. And wonders if the soul apparently in sync with her own soul would currently be having an Indulgence in Memories.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
Hopelessly Hopeful
As if you have no more emotions left to be hysterical. No
sadness to slide down in the form of salty drops on your
cheeks. No anger to slap hard enough to break the frames of
your dear cousin brother's spectacles. No hurt to blurt out
sarcasm to people who only have YOU as their reason to
live. Only a deep flame residing deep down, with a vestige of
a mockery towards cynicism and atheism. Only an icy cold,
steel hand clutching hard at your breath, causing
suffocation; hurting.
Moments pass away like the falling partciles of sand in a
huge horglass with golden framework. You stare at the same
four words and a period, pondering over the grammatical
and punctuation error. Pondering over the insignificant
possibility of those four words and a period being an order or
a suggestion. A command or a request. A temporary phase
or a permanent one.
And all that you wnated to recite were two words filled with
concern and love. Two words that formed a genuine request.
Two words that might substitute the untold three magical
words.
But magic is science. An unexplainable chemical reaction.
Now your current frame of mind is Hopelessly Hopeful.
sadness to slide down in the form of salty drops on your
cheeks. No anger to slap hard enough to break the frames of
your dear cousin brother's spectacles. No hurt to blurt out
sarcasm to people who only have YOU as their reason to
live. Only a deep flame residing deep down, with a vestige of
a mockery towards cynicism and atheism. Only an icy cold,
steel hand clutching hard at your breath, causing
suffocation; hurting.
Moments pass away like the falling partciles of sand in a
huge horglass with golden framework. You stare at the same
four words and a period, pondering over the grammatical
and punctuation error. Pondering over the insignificant
possibility of those four words and a period being an order or
a suggestion. A command or a request. A temporary phase
or a permanent one.
And all that you wnated to recite were two words filled with
concern and love. Two words that formed a genuine request.
Two words that might substitute the untold three magical
words.
But magic is science. An unexplainable chemical reaction.
Now your current frame of mind is Hopelessly Hopeful.
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