Recapitulating Learnings
Over the last couple of weeks, it been really surprising to watch things around me converge slowly to a point where thinking stops to give way to a very familiar surge of pelted emotions and not even for a moment they spare my brain to recapitulate the lessons learnt in the past. For that very reason, the past hours in the day have been pressing very hard on me to let this all go like the way its predecessors had been relinquished to the whim of an unforgiving and barren destiny, which surprisingly doesn’t fail to take me by my all every now and then.
I don’t seem to relate this déjà vu to what I have experienced so many times before as still somewhere deep down in the passionate clamor of my heartbeats, I am expecting it to churn out a decent melody. The question that can be defied by even the least anticipated source of intelligence is still in search for the answer that can not be any more obvious to me and to all that is surrounding me. It is ludicrous and makes me laugh by virtue of its simplicity but the hidden persona of an enormously swollen and bruised ego deters the reality to the extent that all the evidences of truth fall flat in their attempt to belittle a known hypocrisy. The desire to upping the ante leaves a meager dose of self respect to carry this existence forward but at the same time the inherent compulsion to behold this obsession pumps the head high against all odds. Categorically speaking, this innate notion of carving a niche out of a difficult terrain to suit my likelihood to fall prey to the jumping genes with the every step I take is gradually reinforcing some sort of pseudo-realism, layer by layer on the window that overlooks the traffic down the road with all its relentless valor to carry out the job that carries me over to the next destination one after another.
Admittedly, you never stop changing what you could be, but what you are never stops you from changing. The colors of a divine metaphor are imposed on my restless soul but the tiredness in the eyes is failing to recognize the gaze that is nurturing my flesh and bones with all the kindness and grace. This conundrum of life will go on and on till the end of days when a fallen angle will slowly be reclaimed by the earth surmounting all his beauty and vanity in the wake of the most remorseful and futile resilience ever put up by anyone out of the endless sea of humanity.