And finally,
what is it, this life?
Something you reek of? Something you loathe, despite, detest? A leach that sucks in that last drop of blood? A ball thread of thought whose mystery when unraveled brings forth a ravishing, consuming, breathless joy? Did you burn your heart from its smoldering beauty? You ache with so much love for it, that at times you contemplate slashing that flaky wrist of yours? does it have the taste of the deepest, blue-green sea, or the moss-green murky, muddy beach, with monumental tides: salty, fleshy, bloody, ionic.....that of human tears, that sometimes, maybe once, happiness too bring about?
And love?
It left you bare so many a times that you don’t want to do anything with it? It stripped you off all values, roles, faces, valuables, images you accumulated over the years? What was it really? A countdown of breaths, breathlessness? Light, night and half light? Everything? A manifestation of need? An intangible, out of reach, abstract idea? A compensation? convenience? Absoluteness? An adrenaline junkie? a feeling, that left you panting like an adolescent? Glimpses of a life that you long for but you reject because it makes no sense, because it generates no profit, because it is not logical, because it makes you blind? A utopian concept, an illusion, a scam, a fad? A blue package nicely wrapped with pain and sprinkled with rose-fragranced solitude? an indulgence? But didn’t you once, just once, get jabbed by its amorous charm, its scope, its shades of meanings, its overtones? And did you feel that pain, in the ribcage, that comes with loss, when it left you?
3 comments:
Beatiful!!! [takes a bow]
Wow again! Brilliant!
I think the answer's quite simple, at least to me. Love is nothing but the catalyst of successful and/or beautiful reproduction of life. and life...? who could define life till now? I think, it's like plasma[Physics. a highly ionized gas containing an approximately equal number of positive ions and electrons.], different for each and everyone of us, you, me and the playing child who's seeing the flowers coming down the sky(in Laos United States of America used some kind of bomb that used to burst on the sky and smaller bombs like balls of flowers hit the ground with enormous power) (Americans should be so proud of USA!). Cheers.
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