Paid on both Sides

A coin is almost always – paid on both sides. It is always someone else’s property and lies in some other demise. Once in your pocket it brings in those joys and insecurity, it makes you worry and deems you in artificiality. It becomes your memento of success – that which glitters out in light. You tend to fall victim of that social construction so blind. You never realize the effects –after all you have no escape from it. Either go out and earn you bread – or at one place, all insulted - you sit.

I am sure, food was never priced the time it came into existence. Even man was a priceless creature once. More modernity, more is that superficiality – the doings of that single coin and that nature it did shun. Long back, stone and goodies were exchanged – barter system it was given name. But how about that age – when life was not a stage, when man was that basic essential being – far off from constructions and its doings.

Or were there always some kind of constructions? What was the name of the religion before religion came into existence. Was man still under some construction – may be some ancient institute that proves some kind of function.

Undergoing the transitions of dominant ideologies, one wonders what ‘is this psychology?’ Is it just to order and repress or is it to have some kind of chronology? But aren’t we dishonest and undisciplined by nature? or does that nature so punctual portrays our caricature? How about those sudden disasters that take away all life? they give it a new phase – in rambles and strife.  But many calls it reconstruction, calls it Shiva’s function. Why then is discipline such a huge issue. Or do those disasters also fit as time’s tissue.

The cycle or order is impossible to estimate. After all, history and religion also have their rate. The rates and values differ with time. Humans – their worth, their talent or those flattery lines. I wonder – where all the coin speaks. I wonder is it also in those emotions that it reeks. Those intimate moments have already been corroded by it. naked gestures have in their lap that coin – comfortably fit.

The crown of nature queen has an imprisoning poison in between - The powerful glitter of coin – blackening its every stream.

Written By - Mystical Wanderer