AT THE FLAP OF A WING
Often the mind soars
Around a thought, so void-
“How things are exactly the way they are”
The sky is blue.
And Blue is cold.
My blood is red.
And Red is warm.
The young wind kisses my cheek,
As I lay blushing on the grass that’s Green.
I feel the dew tickling my spine,
But I don’t laugh, for I am in awe.
Struck by the magnificence of the trees.
I wish to look through their eyes,
I wish to reflect on centuries in nostalgia,
I wish to squeeze the experience off the barks,
And dig for wisdom down the roots,
Seeking the answers which fill the void,
The answers that quench my thoughts.
Walking the boulevards of the city I happen to be in,
Alongside my friend who happens to be my friend,
I am lost in wonder.
I stroll stupefied along the streets,
Overwhelmed by the consequences
Of every seemingly miniscule choice we make,
And every decision we take.
Every flower I pick,
Every stone I kick;
Brings me to this very moment.
I am lost in fantasy.
Lost in my soul’s Eden.
Lost in a world without Adam by my side,
A world without the inseparable people of my life,
Without the friends,
Devoid this family.
I am among people I have never seen before,
People I have never known yet,
Perhaps living in oblivion.
Yet it seemed like we are all stitches on a fabric:
A fabric of different colors,
And different textures.
Having realized how myopic our desires are,
And how trivial our attachments are,
I see a fruit from a tree forbidden.
I believe I see how it all began.
But I fail to comprehend,
How we have steered to this day, since then,
Exactly the way we have.
We have the boon of knowledge,
But the bane of death.
Staring at the perpetual night,
I admire the firmament, a beautiful noir.
Garnished with stars all over.
Enraptured, I lay,
Questioning the very existence of this world:
The world that fell a few leagues shy of doom;
The world ever since blooming with tulips of life;
The world we all call home.
Around a thought, so void,
Often the mind soars, “How things happened exactly the way they did.”
“How things are exactly the way they are.” - Eve
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