Systematic chaos in a human mind
Fact: The iris of your eye expands 500 times when you are excited. It really makes me wonder. After all these years, it still does. If the above mentioned statement is an established fact, my iris would not have expanded. It would have popped out. My body felt the gush of adrenaline instead of blood and was as light as a feather in an instant.
A blur of fast moving images made feel asphyxiated like i took a plunge into the deep sea. It didn't seem like stopping. It ceased all of a sudden. I was grateful and I did not care to ponder why. I knew I won’t know the reasons for sure.
Setting all thoughts aside, “What if I don’t do it?”. And there started a blur of confusing sickening images playing in my mind so fast, yet so vivid. There I was, on a beginning of a long and winding road that converged to a point beyond the horizon. Dread slowly crawls its way in. It inhales every single good thing in your mind and exhales even more dread. I saw myself filled with despair, sans all the things a human craves for, as a destitute. It was like one of the stories in the bible, when Pandora opened the box. It is rocked on and forth by an abysmal tempest. I knew it was over before it begun. I succumbed. I didn't resist. I surrendered meekly. What began as a "What if i don't" analysis, ended my life for certain. Treacherous vines, vile visions everywhere forcing me to shut my eyes. I was looking for the light closing my eyes. I was craving for the voice shutting my ears. The deep bellowing voice, the serene whispers.
A mystery how i found the voice. The yells and the screams were receding or was i? I felt supernatural. I felt like creating everything that i wanted. Discarding everything I didn't. What began as a whisper in the chaos grew valiantly, valiant enough to vanquish all dread. The voice said, “ Life isn't pointless”. I dived right.
It might have happened in an instant to all, but to me it was playing very slow, frame by frame. An eerie silence prevailed. The silence which was in my bucket list seemed bizarre in a moment. I felt the touch of the sphere against my gloves.
It usually aches terribly when I parry anything at that speed. It did not this time. The world had realized that this was the moment. I didn't or rather couldn't. It took time for the truth to sink in.
It was as if a swarm of fireflies was before you. Emotions, whatsoever they are difficult to bear if it exceeds the limit. I was draped in ecstasy, though it soaked me emotionally.
Weary eyed, fragile hands, limbs comfortably numb. I witnessed tears due to ecstasy, due to jubilation as if it was a law of nature. When the person near me passed on the trophy to me, filled with tears, my numb fingers received it and felt life. Wear, exhaustion, sweat would be a long forgotten memory. I felt rebirth. Now, I had realized that this was it.This was the touch that every person of my similar kind would crave forever: the first touch of the world cup.
Now, that seems aeons ago. Even today, everyday I wake up, I can hear those words that saved my life. I can see that first shimmer of light in the darkness. Those very words that conquered a man’s worst enemy- dread.
That very ray of light that defeated all the evil. Not a day has past without me analyzing who was the reason for the voice, what was the source for the light. I presume that I am wise enough now, as they generally say aged men are. That voice, that light, belonged to one of the best things of the world. The voice of hope: the best thing on world. And the best things never die.
Here I am, toothless, wrinkled, as a retired old man years after the moment with a pen and a parchment. I know I’ve failed miserably, yet again. But this time, I have the wisdom to conclude one thing:
“These emotions can’t be described, not by me, even by the greatest poet ever born in this globe.They are too much for mere mortals like us. They are too much for this pen and the parchment. They simply can’t be felt. They can be felt, only when felt- those mystified emotions”.
(inspired by a lot)
Fact: The iris of your eye expands 500 times when you are excited. It really makes me wonder. After all these years, it still does. If the above mentioned statement is an established fact, my iris would not have expanded. It would have popped out. My body felt the gush of adrenaline instead of blood and was as light as a feather in an instant.
A blur of fast moving images made feel asphyxiated like i took a plunge into the deep sea. It didn't seem like stopping. It ceased all of a sudden. I was grateful and I did not care to ponder why. I knew I won’t know the reasons for sure.
Setting all thoughts aside, “What if I don’t do it?”. And there started a blur of confusing sickening images playing in my mind so fast, yet so vivid. There I was, on a beginning of a long and winding road that converged to a point beyond the horizon. Dread slowly crawls its way in. It inhales every single good thing in your mind and exhales even more dread. I saw myself filled with despair, sans all the things a human craves for, as a destitute. It was like one of the stories in the bible, when Pandora opened the box. It is rocked on and forth by an abysmal tempest. I knew it was over before it begun. I succumbed. I didn't resist. I surrendered meekly. What began as a "What if i don't" analysis, ended my life for certain. Treacherous vines, vile visions everywhere forcing me to shut my eyes. I was looking for the light closing my eyes. I was craving for the voice shutting my ears. The deep bellowing voice, the serene whispers.
A mystery how i found the voice. The yells and the screams were receding or was i? I felt supernatural. I felt like creating everything that i wanted. Discarding everything I didn't. What began as a whisper in the chaos grew valiantly, valiant enough to vanquish all dread. The voice said, “ Life isn't pointless”. I dived right.
It might have happened in an instant to all, but to me it was playing very slow, frame by frame. An eerie silence prevailed. The silence which was in my bucket list seemed bizarre in a moment. I felt the touch of the sphere against my gloves.
It usually aches terribly when I parry anything at that speed. It did not this time. The world had realized that this was the moment. I didn't or rather couldn't. It took time for the truth to sink in.
It was as if a swarm of fireflies was before you. Emotions, whatsoever they are difficult to bear if it exceeds the limit. I was draped in ecstasy, though it soaked me emotionally.
Weary eyed, fragile hands, limbs comfortably numb. I witnessed tears due to ecstasy, due to jubilation as if it was a law of nature. When the person near me passed on the trophy to me, filled with tears, my numb fingers received it and felt life. Wear, exhaustion, sweat would be a long forgotten memory. I felt rebirth. Now, I had realized that this was it.This was the touch that every person of my similar kind would crave forever: the first touch of the world cup.
Now, that seems aeons ago. Even today, everyday I wake up, I can hear those words that saved my life. I can see that first shimmer of light in the darkness. Those very words that conquered a man’s worst enemy- dread.
That very ray of light that defeated all the evil. Not a day has past without me analyzing who was the reason for the voice, what was the source for the light. I presume that I am wise enough now, as they generally say aged men are. That voice, that light, belonged to one of the best things of the world. The voice of hope: the best thing on world. And the best things never die.
Here I am, toothless, wrinkled, as a retired old man years after the moment with a pen and a parchment. I know I’ve failed miserably, yet again. But this time, I have the wisdom to conclude one thing:
“These emotions can’t be described, not by me, even by the greatest poet ever born in this globe.They are too much for mere mortals like us. They are too much for this pen and the parchment. They simply can’t be felt. They can be felt, only when felt- those mystified emotions”.
(inspired by a lot)
