Gyres of our Entity

Gyres of our entity – includes those endless lives and deaths and their atrocities. Some celebrate life, some cry over those that die and in between enters all those tears and smiles. Some worry over their careers while other send their time seemingly precious to burials. Is it all worth it after all? all that morality – the rise and fall?

Yeah, i saw those mountains, cliffs and water falls. Nature, cities – their mounts and falls. Some were charming – i tell you. Patient, beautiful and aah that spectacular view. There were some rivers – flowing right through their hearts. There were strange roads built upon them those loaded carts. And it was bliss to follow some unknown lanes , far off from boring mundane. I ask – till when? Those that were once beautiful are no more – the same. Yeah those floods and droughts –are those here i allowed? ‘Life goes on they say’ , what halts us here – if I may?

I saw that lady once. She was passionate riding upon that wave. Wild and free her spirit was – if given her way. She could have stopped hearts from beating. To see her - world was fleeting. Alas! She had that dark notch inside. she wanted to remain always on a ride. Land was not her domain. Domesticity – a further ride. Rootlessness was what she loved – out of that world – and its ugly sight. But she was beautiful – I must say. She had her wish in any way.

This takes me to that club one night - High up with a moon in sight. There were glasses all around – all darkened from inside. One could have looked outside never inside. And that was its charm  - that visionary plight. It worked in the secrecy of fecund moments – for rest of the world – it was yet again a boring night. The club had smokes of illusions – all seemed fine from that height – the world and its hazy

Ever been to a dentist – a girl went there once. She was sitting in a waiting room – reading those magazines so bright. Alas!! There was a bitter view – the naked ladies with their gaudy crew. Adults, grownups everywhere – those mounts – all stare. But she hated the ugly sight. She hated it all – that woman beside, those powders and creams, those lusty streams. More she noticed – more was her plight. She didn’t want that world so bright.

The same girl one night went upon top of a mountain. There was the key – to kill all her strain. She looked below upon that stream so low. She looked above upon that carnal dove. she knew she would have her way – to jump down was her only way. There she lost a part of herself. There from that cliff- jumped that self. And she smiled on the top then. There she was – a hollowed stem.

Once out of many births – i was a man. Battles and fights were my love – like every man back then. I wanted to kill and plunder and win it all. when at wars , i had no notions of ethical trolls. I wanted that lady riding upon those waves. Aah! To imagine her – my heart still raves.  Just a glimpse and i had my adrenal rushing through many cliffs – there inside her – lied my bliss. I wanted to consume her –and have her all. to gulp her down my throat – was the call. But there from a cliff she died – there my wish – jumped down – right beside. But i was strong – i must say – i forgot her all – there that day.

Amidst many places – sky is my favourite sight. It has that freedom and that free side. But at times i feel it all closed – like that lid upon a hollow bottle.  And sky seems fake – and all its notions. There is a word in man’s dictionary called – horizon. Funny where sea and sky meet then? Is it the beginning of that rainbow i saw one day? Or maybe horizon was towards its end. But i am sure – rainbow is a scientific phenomenon. The magic of sun and water vapours. Aah to see it in real – my head spurs. But why didn’t i touch it then - Sky and that horizon? Maybe it was all a cipher – the view and my spur. But it was spectacular – i must say – world, word, real and its filler.

Riding upon the waves of few rivers – i reached that sea in lee. A steam boat it was i guess – a wooden clog on spree. I was lying towards the edge – feeling those waves dash by me. a dying sun i saw there – with fishermen calling home waving to me. i waved them back – those silhouettes in that sea – rugged oars with their poor clothes – they were tired but free? There were tigers too – out there somewhere amidst mangroves. But i saw none – but the marks of their paws. Like those men in sea and in shadows. But the place seemed so unreal to me with its sway –such beauty with peace – if i may say.

I at times crave to go back to semiotic – or may be right now i am in one. aah the peace imagined to be taken care by that loving hand . to be fed and loved without any effort – to be always in milk without any dirt. There is love and music and yes some boundaries – they have their limitations – the ovaries. Like i can twist and turn inside these walls. I can even listen to those external calls. I love it all at times. But everything has its limit – these times. At times i feel like coming out. Anyhow i have to be out. Tomorrow is the date of operation. Bubye my walls – you i shun. But it feels good to stay inside – this love and care and the mild ride. But outside is fun – if i may saw – a this heart and its empty sway.

Once on a hilly road i saw a vixen. Right ahead of our car – it was on a run. Her eyes were blazing – in that night. Aah such mystery in that sight. I had heard stories of myths beside fires. I so wanted to own her. Her eyes were a killer – this i must say. Outshoned at moon – was their ray. She ran and hid inside that forest. I thought it was some hallucinatory dust. But she out came she – in that night. Aah that forest – and those eyes. It was a lucky sight – i must say, after all it was all a game.

Far off on one such cold night – there on hills and snow – that ride. Up and down glide they so nice. There with giggles there she wriggles. It is one happy sight – that love and sensations – no more plight. Beside each other they snuggle to chat. She reads a poem on rat. They dance on those rhythms of desires – she in white – beside those fires. And then they run towards that sea- In some other season, in some other country. Colourful lanterns with lights – they see them all – in a boat beside. The boat lies on a shore with none in sight. They talk then laugh at a rainy ride. There besides a raging sea – they dance and sing – facing that sea on three sides and a forest completing that ring. It is indeed that girl’s plan – i should forsay – to be happy anyhow in any way.

 Once i saw a handsome man. Aah the skin so raw like stem. His eyes had that glitter inside. he wore a smile – at all times. Upon his shirt were neat lines – yelling his masculinity and intellect behind. He had a sense of humour too - To make me laugh – to make me woo.  He had a green band around his wrist. In our walks in that fog he removed that mist. He loved to talk most of the times. He was charming initially but then changed those times. He wanted to keep me all to himself – he wanted to gulp me down – deep inside my shell. I wanted to save crush for better times. To give it all to him when in some other rhymes. But i wanted to keep some for myself too. He was not the only one i wanted to woo.  I wanted those wild forests and words and many such nouns. So him i denied – him i still denounce. I pity that other girl he once had – to imagine she jumped from that cliff for that lad. But he was a keeper – i must say. He loved me in atleast in some way.

So the gyres of our entity has these strange tales – they make one feel that picture rail. And one travels to new places all the times. Each compartment has new rhymes. The treks are strange too. Metallic and interconnected they go. I pity those tracks right below my wheel. I keep speeding but they remain in the same zeal. There are fixed and don’t go anywhere. They just help me reach from somewhere to somewhere. But being those tracks i have realized one thing – from beginning to end – i am one thing. I begin myself and i do hte ending. I am on move i remain standing. This is indeed a strange gyre – if i may say. It keeps on moving, it pulls me to stay.

written by - Mystical Wanderer