Saturday, April 25, 2009
Looks definitely are deceptive. It would be something that me and a lot others believe in and have witnessed over the blown days. There are always instances where you encounter the perfect someone and they seem to be nothing but perfect. The infatuation drags you to the limits of fanaticism and fades the hues of mind to the single note of the colour seen in them. Nothing wrong though, with the after effects of seeing someone this amazing – they are much obvious and are acceptable to a pretty valid reasoning.
Many of us, I must say, the idiots fall into this arroyo of dilemma that leaves no ropes to hang on to. Craze of the awesome experience drives us insanely into an expression that is perhaps, inexplicably lethal. We witness ourselves to open domains not to reasoning but to passion. All this, actually should not be graded into the consequences, rather they are the immediate whisk of the blowing winds of change. Things are waiting to follow and lead us to our consequences.
These little aberrations are symptoms of the storm that has just reached our last step. And soon to follow are the symphonies that we never perceive even in the wildest of our imagination. The tranquility that we somehow observe in our beloved is far beyond the English grammar to describe and apprehend. Thoughts and imaginations have soon left our hands and are lofting the heights of the Himalayas, wherefrom, this material world seems too small to be taken notice of. White as the snow up there, and holy as the sound of Om, our mind says that nothing could have been any blissful.
We see and feel the heavens chanting into our body to support us in our endeavor for the perfect happiness and company we seek. Thoughts soon trespass the realm of physicality and enter the supernatural and ultra charged state of attractive joy. The time we spend and experience in that overwhelming scenario is just the same as the moment just before you die and you experience your entire life flashing by.
The only line of difference is that here we open our eyes to see a big red truck pass three feet away and the entire sweetness is transformed into the enigma where all our senses fail to realize what we had gone through.