Solar eclipse-a phenomenon that is weird to say in its least, one that would huddle our mighty chest thumping ancestors hiding in their dens, singing-nay-growling in their uncivilized cacophony in attempts to strike a right chord to be labeled as hymns. Even before they could strike a right chord that would stop the dinosaurs into rolling their wide eyes like marble rolls and trembling the ground below with their splits, the solar-lunar love affair would have ceased. The poor frolicsomely folks were thus taught socialism & a Bear Grylls was how I believe borne.
Every weirdness that our high-speed snail rollaway dreams comes sees is a love, a love carnage that craters seas. A dream that lead to this writing spree was a love affair, a song that with the first syllable twisted my ear into attention was another, the feel of a palm-print simmered against my cheeks, the last imprint of the girl you went crashing down chasing to a nimrod cow and then that crystal-eyed damsel that drove a truck into your guts.
My life has been riddled by love affairs. Time and the theory of relativity, has never held a true meaning for me. The things which held my gaze at the start of decade (whether I had the luxury of owning ‘em or whether they ended up owning my fascination for life) are still bound to leave me speech-less. To reinstate my point, if I ever time travelled (with daisies in hand), I would still have my childhood memories of 8 bit game-play, those picnic swings, & equally on the lines that exhilaration of rolling (like a magnet towards the nearest wall) on that first skate. What changes with passage of time, the preferences; the effervescence of smile? Even the devil that ran amok in us was subdued (optimistically here) with due time. Left to face the bewilderness of the world we are after all the kids of yore, where did our nonchalance towards learning & failure alike go?
Every trying test, every rule of the thirds, every blasphemy has us in corners surround. What, labels and passes as ingenuity nowadays? Where is that gung-ho cry, the euphoric life hanging by the minutest thread? Love as I know doesn’t changes its sights, the way it always was swatted straight in the staring eye. I know because like each of us I’ve too taken the fall, but my constant screenings for my fault have led me to believe every pause, every cuss of a lesson was a lesson worth at least once screwing it.
So, why this preach? Because, unlike many I am not born with a spine that turns up their back & into their b*m a la 360 degrees. Like a thousand drunken steps I have easily clocked, each uniquely amusing to the other, I like to keep intact my arrogance. People and their realm of social confines are good, great even to play phoenix-the subsequent half of life where shapes the whole. In my case, I didn’t see a start line outlaid, forget foreseeing a chequered end. It is like always has been-me against my own music!
