Blogged By Breeze

I read a much sorted line on twitter other day.

“If it existed outside of me, I would have found it by now. But this stuff inside, it's such a deep, disorganized heap.”

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Ironically I say the same which He was about to. Though it was supposed to be a question, but we both know it does not have an answer. So we carry on with our separate terrace night walks.

I dilute myself with cribbing and unacceptable solutions but soon, realize and situate myself at a corner.

I see a couple of non-honking cars over taking each other on a ruthless highway, A street lamp is lighting way out to three dogs; Two baby dogs and one mommy dog; possibly they are hunting sleeping-space tonight, small trees joyfully dancing on tunes of cool breeze; their leaves are richly green as they are usually in monsoon.

A floor below, there are two individuals who were set to spend life together with a full formal star-matching ceremony. Now they are clueless with the life wasted, with the life going by and with the life going to be.

Soon a conversation with self is broken by strong blow of breeze. It loosens the hair-band a bit and hair tresses are performing live in front of eyes.

Nature has its way to say “I love you” to you. Wind romances with hair and eyes get closed in submission with what so ever it decides to do with the face. I smile and open eyes. Twinkle in eye, is read my Dear Wind and it doubles the romance this time. I joyfully turn to sky and find a giant full moon. What a night, I murmur to self.

Now there is a heavily loaded truck on highway, street lamp is same - probably he is paused. He is non-living, he is supposed to. I see a bat nearing me and I start to walk at once.

I pick up another terrace corner.

There are under-construction houses. Some are having electricity and some are not. Irrespectively, they are going to be homes one day. Nobody would ever gauge if they really are homes or houses, still we will have an ideal picture painted. On this animated perfection of world, I turn to earlier spot and stare at the lamp again.

The dark heap inside gets darker and with my creativity I start to compare home-life of people I know, with pie charts and 3D graphs on Happiness-meter. An aggressive wind blow hair over face this time and I shudder. I understand this time what it wants from me. Probably wind is angry now and i fully understand why. Nature is putting up a show for me and I am entangled with my power-point imaginations. I laugh at myself. The mere wind is showing me the way and I pay no heed.

The way is that Dreams, fascinations, imaginations whether they are hopeful or hopeless, at the end of the day remains an unrealistic self melodrama. Reality is that, today you have this breeze and moon, tomorrow they would be gone. Better to snuggle with facts and sleep balance head. Reality do bite in ass.

With that lesson, I reach up to downstairs where reality is IPL and an unfinished blog. Nothing else and nobody else.