With life blaring horns at the gate of chaos, the mind meandering it’s way to the lands afar of happiness, and the heart losing it’s voices in the echoes of shattered dreams, all that flashes in the visual cortex of the brain is a haze – a haze that’s a remnant of burnt down establishments of quaint friendships, unfulfilled goals, and love. The haze that drives me crazy, making me run door to door to find an escape, yet growing frail with every passing home, hopeless with ever growing gloom of loneliness. Moving forward, makes me choke, the conundrum of living a life that’s a reciprocal of satisfying, now taking a toll, I look forward to take pause – a pause from the mess, till the haze clears.
As the haze settles down , am I clearly able to see the madness that I was walking through, the ashes of all that I ever wanted, burnt down in the range of my vision, the sky – grey, with the plumes of uncried tears, unheard cries of rescue and the sombre smoke of emotions. The horn seems to have now ceased, and a white noise persists. Blanked by the devastation, the heart makes a frail attempt for the very last time, to hold on, to beat in the hope of a beautiful morning, awaiting a new start, but the brain gives up, aware of the future that’s to come; and it begins – The fall into the abyss, where no one’s ever been, the fall into the unending darkness; the soul all prepared to leave this body of disappointment. The sounds zone out, and in the end the only audible feature remains is a collapsing heart – trying repeatedly to slay the demons of the dark and making the brain believe of the lands distant – the places where the mind wandered and in a flash of light – everything ends.
The eyes, no more blinking, the heart no more beating, the brain no more thinking – yet the soul – the soul fails to loose the body of disappointment. The soul sees what the eyes, couldn’t and as the glint of the white flash tones down, the eye sees it too. The land where the tears exist, the sea of emotions and the friends – the friends that the brain believed to be lost in the phase of time. They weren’t the same, but there they were – awaiting with their arms open —-
To rip me apart. One last time.