Friday, July 01, 2005

The Jetty

It is 2 mins to midnight, but it has been such a fufilling ending to punctuate the day that I'm getting up from my bed, turning my table lamp and picking up my pen to write.

Never would I have dreamt that the beauty of nature was so well accentuated with the ending of a day. I have always adored endings, they give a conclusion to the entangling occurances of the day, and marks completion.

I loved this ending particularly today because it puts me into another world, and gave me an euphoric feeling that left me craving for more. I wished I could just sit there and talk till breaking of dawn.

When I stepped upon the jetty, I never could forecast the goodness ahead of me. Probably I was just oblivious to my surroundings, but there was no way I could remain that way the minute I felt the change in atmosphere towards the middle of the platform. The atmosphere underwent radical vicissitudes. My legs felt gelid, and the sea breeze was gentle yet provoking - thought provoking. The night sky was a portrait of misty mixture of purple and black, and the stars playfully acted as jewels in decorating the portrait. The sound of sea waves breaking the shore provided further amplication to the beauty of all. All in all, I felt the calmness of my surroundings so well that my heart was practically beating together with it. They opened my senses like little pores and before I knew it, I started to sing a song or two. It was.... just that beautiful.

"To the one,
you're not that bright now,
but you will be someday soon
& you will fall in love with the moonlight..."

"If God was on the radio,
I'd know he'd say to thee,
love is spiders on the edge,
& we're hanging by a thread.
Connected to the other end,
of this twisted frequency."

"I've spun, but I don't care,
I'd be happy,
if you'd share your web with me"

I was really grateful for another companion's prescence. So much that I would not attempt to express my overwhelming gratitute. Because doing so will do injustice to it. I'm far from perfect and perfect's far from me. I'm in no position to write about it.

We talked about the scars were left behind throughout Man's longest journey on earth - Life. Life is no more than a sick cycle carousel. The constant repetition of events, the reoccurances of familiar issues and problems.
Why do they come back, and hurt so bad still?
Why do they come back, and feel so much?

The reason we always seek,
The purpose we never know,
The word we call 'Why'.

The Jetty

It looks like an inverted T,
with five pairs of hearts by the horizontal,
connected by sweet savoury passion.
Amongst the ten lay,
a numb and worn duo,
encircled by the euphoric perimeters of their words.

I wonder if the inversion could mean,
the death of tolerance of the five couples,
dancing to the music of the numb.
Is heaven proclaiming its very consequences,
that once unleashed its fury on us?

Did heaven smile to see,
its spelling of disaster,
amongst the greatest beauty?

It seems like if we took of the 'C' & 'E',
the answer would prevail,
that punctuates a forewarning.

The answer is simple yet confusing,
but confusion is the path of realisation.
It is: Not Real"

posted@11:58 PM

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