At times the
vibrations of brain doesn't hear sounds that the heart speaks loudly. Things
flow in a direction that is not influenced by anything, rather I try to find
the nascent uncontrolled flow’s existence. Randomly loitering around with the
aimless waves, submitting the wishes to the destiny of the tempest and watching
the unseen horizon I embark an illusion’s journey.
A journey less, but traveled...
Where words are not required...
Where faces don’t have importance...
Where morbid piece of mine is lost and not
tangible...
Where abilities are yet to be defined...
Where
emotions are yet to be galvanized and they are fighting to get SHAPE....
Where open
eyes can’t decide what it see....
I don’t want
to capture the moment as I myself being captured by it. The journey starts, And
I become a part of it. I dare to ask myself whether its conscious? Who is going
to answer me..? I silently move my steps to find myself at the beginning. I
keep on moving and keep on watching the blankness around me. My eyelids become
tired to blink, may be they forget to shut. But my heart keeps on to shrink and
expand. The clouds which are uncertain, pour some water and go back. I hear the silent voices raising their tone. I hear them tell the truth.
I hear them sing and I hear them to be with me. It enunciates many bundled
thoughts with a pristine clarity yet beyond my understanding. It shows path
through the horizons where visual capability fails.
And suddenly the quest
seemed to finish. But yet unanswered – What the quest was about? The utopia
formed with the bubbles stopped fascinating. A zephyr hit my face, but I don’t want
to get into the pragmatist world.
I don’t want
to be in the cradle of uncertainty.
I don’t want
to get LOST .
I don’t want
to live just to breath.
I don’t want
to fight to prove.
I just want
to flow with this unknown but quantum of SOLACE. I just want the zephyr to
stay. I just want to be HERE...... H M Badruzzaman
