In the silence of the night- at a time when both owls and larks went to bed, the only sound that was heard to him was that of the ticking clock. In a effort to ease the vice-like grip around his chest, he tried to breathe hard and deep. The effort exhausted him. He lost track of time. Was it only a few minutes since he got up? Or was it a few hours? Or a few nights since he slept well? It seemed to him, in that eerie night, that it was just him and the night that gave each other some company. Except that they were silent partners witnessing the crime of the universe: Watching the day break.
As his meditation guru advised he focused on his breath. Tried to unite with the universe with each passing breath. Sometimes it was a gasp. Sometimes it was nothing. And sometimes, it was the rush of tears that didnt seem to stop. They were desires in his life. Lots of hope. And they didnt lie. They didnt participate in the denial process.
And just the one time- he wanted to indulge. To set free. To fly. To jump. Can a crash be as painful as breathing was today?
He looked at the sinking moon for answers. The moon just mocked at him in tiredness and amusement. What a lunatic! :-)
When he had a chance, he played god. He abused his position. He abused people. And now he struggled to live in the shadows of the day.
Slumber slowly took over. He breathed in silently. Not gasping anymore.
The eclipse just passed. Of moon or of the man- only the rising Sun knew. And perhaps the clock could tell. Tick tock. Tick tock.
As his meditation guru advised he focused on his breath. Tried to unite with the universe with each passing breath. Sometimes it was a gasp. Sometimes it was nothing. And sometimes, it was the rush of tears that didnt seem to stop. They were desires in his life. Lots of hope. And they didnt lie. They didnt participate in the denial process.
And just the one time- he wanted to indulge. To set free. To fly. To jump. Can a crash be as painful as breathing was today?
He looked at the sinking moon for answers. The moon just mocked at him in tiredness and amusement. What a lunatic! :-)
When he had a chance, he played god. He abused his position. He abused people. And now he struggled to live in the shadows of the day.
Slumber slowly took over. He breathed in silently. Not gasping anymore.
The eclipse just passed. Of moon or of the man- only the rising Sun knew. And perhaps the clock could tell. Tick tock. Tick tock.
No comments:
Post a Comment