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Sailing Hearts

By: xNJx Posted Feb 20, 2012 Heart Speaks 950 Views
(Updated Feb 20, 2012 09:06 AM)

Late last night I had a hallucination. My cold feet moved here and there in search of sanity. The friends I knew took a new turn in life. And the ones whom I gave least importance in life became my whole new world.

‘Mr. Mojo’ was a great human being. Sadly he left a few notes and ascended from this terrain to the deep blue sky as one of those shining stars.

My plight is poles apart from the notes that I write - or have written. God exist. Angels seldom spread vivid dreams in my sleep. Each sculpt that I perceive had lured me through to the doors of another plateau. All I did was to keep my eyes shut and invite them with a swindling smile.

My tales were twisted with diverse characters, burning with noxious air, to fulfil their incomplete tasks upon this globe. They were rambling for a haven. To sustain, they kept performing their infamous acts. In most of them, I stood next to them watching them slither.

Why do I smile? When the world under me is shattering away with a delicate sound of thunder, and the clouds above me is moving across with its fiery face, why do I keep an optimistic face? The answer is unadorned. I exist.

The frames in my heart have a lot of scenes. Each has its tinge. Like a jigsaw puzzle it is clustered. If, one of you looks forward to touch one of them, it sinks. Like a dazzling star in a fish pond. Have you buried your bygone tales yet? There’s none as such. Each day fades away with one. So I seldom bury them deep down my heart and see it stained, and raise a seed.

‘Mr. Mojo’ was an inspiration to many broken hearts. The eloquent words in my sleep formed pictograms and pretty blooms.

So, I say this to me that each moving body on this soil is just a vague reflection. In their eyes, I see a framed scene that I once knew. It’s not that lucid, yet like a déjà vu it hassles my notion.

Have you seen a good friend, my friend? They are there. Like angels, who gives us a reason to perform? Everything under the sky is just another phantasm. Everyone should rave for their existence. If we keep trading our roles to make it easier, then we fail, with a pale face. It’s now or never.

Late last night I had a hallucination. To every smiling faces that has buried a woe or two to wander, ‘shine on’. To the rest, ‘live or just leave’.



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