When I looked into her eyes…
I heard violins bleeding melancholy. Her eyes had trapped a poet. The music that held my mind poisoned my senses to the outside world. It was a cold breeze that entrapped my soul, I felt as if I am standing on the edge of my existence.
Waves hitting the perplexed consciousness brought fret. Fever. Forlorn. Keats. Wait. This is my own head.
I broke out of my focus and realised I was lost. Somehow the music stopped and I could listen to the crowd around. I had to listen to the violin again, too compelling to be real, but surreal to my instincts.
“Do you mind if I stare?”
“A paraoid poet, huh?”
“Kind of. I am a little weird.”
I could sense the breeze again. Waves were there to comfort my numb senses. Slowly, the waves grew stronger, as if trying to reach me. I looked around and found myself alone trapped in my hallucination. I saw a huge wave approaching the shore. More like a tsunami as it approached. I said to myself, its alright. After all, this is just a play of time.
“Just remember that all such troubles are now gone and the scars are healing.”
“Yes, but there is too much rush of memories and I almost suffocate myself.”
The huge wave had caught me, my heart trembeling to adjust into reality. I was losing my consciousness, everything faded with my heart beat. Slowly with seconds, I returned.
“You dont have to cry it out.”
“I cant help it, when the memories hit the shore. I cannot control.”
“Tears are real. I dont like reality.”
“Tsunamis are worse, beautiful.”
A gentle touch on the pulse will hold us both to the limited reality we want to suffer.