Life in the city is quite intriguing; days spent working and creating a livelihood whilst the nights caress the wounds that we suffer along the way. There are sunlit afternoons awaiting the mushy evenings and forlorn nights awaiting the break of a new dawn. A sense of purpose in every soul present here. A sense of utmost regret forming an outer layer.
Life goes about at its own pace here. Not abiding by wants and wishes but by needs and ambitions. A race to see who wins but the finish line stretches further everytime someone is about to cross it!
‘I hope you visit this place someday and get to this exact point on the edge of this mountain from where you can hear the Teesta flow and see the sun grow bigger and bigger before finally bidding adieu.’
A simple and poignant expression yet so heartbreakingly beautiful. A soul that is trapped in this metallic jungle is being lured to think of that holy day when he can break free from the shackles of this daily meaninglessness.
A soul that is standing beyond the mountains and experiencing the sun going down in all of it’s undying glory. She calls out to the one within me, the one she can see. The one she knows exists inside the bodily armour. The one she knows he hides from this everyday torture.
She knows that one day, the one within will surely find his way out of this mess. She knows that one day; someday he’ll fly out there beyond the point of humanly interactions and meet her there once again. She knows that he shall see the hues on the sky and the fleeting clouds that surround the mighty mountains. She knows the poem shall make sense for the last stanza is yet to be written. She knows that the heartfelt emotions with unlit passion will light up the embers of the forgotten past and she knows that this time it shall all last.
She knows that someday the wings will reappear and he shall be free from nothingness forevermore.
the black curse via escaping nothingness