A friend posed this question to me as the sun was drowning within the horizon, what will it be? what would you say? Hmmm, and I'm lost for words, I'm spellbound, I'm mesmerized, I'm tongue tied, for what my soul is aching to say is beyond my body to convey.
Are there always choices to be made? Are we for all times standing at forked roads writhing, struggling, anxious and weary for choose we must. And is that why reason rebels and passion that it so keeps in check is let loose to wreak havoc? Who knows what the present will seem like when we remember it in future? What is right now, would it be right and good with the hindsight of having lived through it.
Some hard decisions must be made which the mind, body, soul, and passion all reject, but hemlock must be drunk and obliviousness, forgetfulness, amnesia, heedlessness have to be courted. There are times when the world dissolves around you, it kind of vaporizes, and you can see yourself in relief against a foggy background, the night, the stars and the moon, the neem trees, the salty wind from the sea, the glowing yellow lights on the street, the buzzing of a city relaxed all seeps in like rain drops on parched land, and all you can feel pulsating is your being, your breath, your self apart and aloof from the world.
A soul stirs you like no other, resonates its harmonious tunes deep inside, stirring and whirling you like a pendulum. And, you are touched to the core like never before, but life must be and must go on, and what is right and what is good must win.
Maybe I was asleep all this while, perhaps I was seeing a lucid dream, could it be that in throes of stupendous magical spell I hallucinated, was hypnotized, was outside myself?
So my friend of lucid dreams, of hallucinations and magical incantations I am writing this tonight.
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