Utopia : The Land of My Soul
Friday, December 08, 2006
Ahh Romanticism
It is a peached afternoon seeped in molten gold.
You and I are bathed in it, smeared with the warm joy.
Our minds are smelted together, hearts fused to form one.
Our entities are gilded such, that one needs to saw through it.
We sense unparalleled ecstasy together with eyes half shut.
But the fate of it seems as transcient as bubble, now palpable now gone!
Grasp it and it vanishes leaving you yearning for another chance...
Another chance just to see it from a distance collaged as one, and this time no fiddling with it.
Ah! the bitter part slaps you to reality -- things passed never recurs!
The illusion ends, with it ends a series of unrequited hopes, games unplayed, dreams undreamt.
Blobs of redness appear in the face, a salty taste spoils your taste buds, weariness seizes you.
A few days gone, the bitter feeling weakens .
One fine morning you wake up refreshed, anticipating something rivetting again.
You strut, bag the next opportunity left for you, fret , pretend to recount the past, smile foolishly and march forward victoriously.
Then again you have a honeyed afternoon decked up in rich colours.
again you feel the unalloyed happiness of togetherness and again...
Life goes on with tides of time rolling on shore and off it,
creating ripples and then smoothening it,
creating storms and then pacifying it,
creating placidity then suddenly frothening it.
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