Spare Me!

Introspection

Even the impression formed from skimming over works out here amid grey dimming twilight—the grace laden lines by thou, my great one, strike an accidental spark, to self mirror or self-scan so far. The lonely figure replicates but out of a rendered seriousness, now no more room for romps and pranks. The crudity of process finds the roughness of in what state it dwells, projects, drifts and self-creates an array of alternately overlapping texture of discriminating thought-web. Found yet discontent, a countless petty reasons to pick up trifling ones attached to. It finds the nearby lonely neem tree limp and grit coated out of the scorching day’s fatigue but, now, its top twigs with sparse fragile leaves sway in a rejoicing gyrate to the incoherent tune of abruptly blowing breezes. It finds it as a practical peace it hasn’t. A scattered fleet of cawing crows fly over it for their time home again, the same boring rite as it finds, to charge up the energy to caw again the next morning. A cyclic rite. It, too, has its own, damn it! Just damn it! It hasn’t the guts or isn’t allowed to act the other way, the luminous way. Really spoiled pampered in this damn superficial world. Thus, it invokes and longs for the better one by doing the same for Doomsday, so timely now. This world is almost rotten. So the inner world of this lonely figure is. To do so is to learn for being placid even in the first place.


Postscript: It’s a first timer’s crude experiment with the touch of cynicism patent as it finds in real term happening around and afar. So don’t take it seriously! Care + Appreciation + Worth Lived & Living + Tryst with Destiny = My Priority