road
the road is a strip of black, stretching away endlessly into nothingness. yet we walk on, into a blank future. it's like tomorrow is a whiteboard, stark and empty. and today, we seek here and there, for a marker, any colour.. to write something on this board. everyone wants to make a mark. someone wants to write his name, someone wants her picture on the board. you and i, we're different. we're the serene few that seek nothing from life. in these halcyon days, if you let us be we will let all be. blissfully we walk on.. reaping what time has given us. eternal youth. and even time cannot take that away from us, nor society, nor death. inside us burns that immortal lamp, the flame of nirvana. forever young, forever alive. and we walk on.
i look around the sides of the road. desolation. a parched earth with cracks criss-crossing it, as if in a silent scream to the skies above, a noiseless cry for life-giving water. that is us, always seeking external divination, praying for some miracle. and rain it does, but the rain is different for all. some get joy from the twin-lights of arts and science, others are blessed with divine bliss. some take respite in intoxication, preferring to voluntarily cut the chords that tie them down. and yet others barge on, mindless that there may be something to life after all. higher than the motor functions of eating, reproducing and dying. i shake my head and grit my teeth, determined to walk on.
every time i feel i'm losing my focus, i see you. framed against the evil skyline, your innocent profile. and yet the wicked wind dares not blow closer. the two of us together vanquish all ahead of us. the harsh sun softens as it falls on your face, and it fuels your smile. you have an honest smile, as your lips pucker at the ends. a pearl glow glints out of a corner, and i raise a finger to touch you. the supple skin on your cheeks. my finger traces the curve of your lip, and a naughty tooth nips my fingertip. you burst out laughing at the sudden look of consternation on my face! its a rich, happy laugh. a laugh that tells how much you live life, and watch sadly how others trudge and stumble through it. and yet, right at the end of the laugh, almost unnoticeable, was a sigh. a sharp gust of breath. yes, it is a sigh. a sigh that speaks of undreamed dreams, and unperceived pain. alas, angst has reared it's head in this hard-earned earthly paradise.
what does angst look like? what does your angst look like? when you close your eyes, what colour lashes out at your eyelids, as you stare at the blackness inside? violence and anger scream red, but black is feigning dead. drugs and alcohol throw yellow, but blue is a dull glow. but you force your eyes open, telling yourself to live. willing yourself to live. for there is no one as important to you in your life as yourself. and we talk, and we walk.
and throughout the walk of life, are flashes of brilliance. you are my brilliance. you see me staring at you, and you burst out giggling. then shyly you come closer, snuggling your pert little nose against my shoulder. i breathe in your scent. the hint of jasmine in your hair. the touch of cream on your cheeks. the tang of salt and the sweet of honey. curling locks blow into my face, and streak across my eyes. they tame the glare of the sun. your fingers are interlocked behind my back. i can feel all ten fingers pressed against my shirt. you feel secure, and i feel strong. i try to talk but i can't seem to form words to say, i try to walk but i can't seem to find legs to stay.
so we walk on, perfectly happy, and probably about to be perfectly hurt sooner or later. nothing lasts forever, and we all die young. but despite all that we walk on, having learned what we have, that we should set the controls for the heart of the sun.
i look around the sides of the road. desolation. a parched earth with cracks criss-crossing it, as if in a silent scream to the skies above, a noiseless cry for life-giving water. that is us, always seeking external divination, praying for some miracle. and rain it does, but the rain is different for all. some get joy from the twin-lights of arts and science, others are blessed with divine bliss. some take respite in intoxication, preferring to voluntarily cut the chords that tie them down. and yet others barge on, mindless that there may be something to life after all. higher than the motor functions of eating, reproducing and dying. i shake my head and grit my teeth, determined to walk on.
every time i feel i'm losing my focus, i see you. framed against the evil skyline, your innocent profile. and yet the wicked wind dares not blow closer. the two of us together vanquish all ahead of us. the harsh sun softens as it falls on your face, and it fuels your smile. you have an honest smile, as your lips pucker at the ends. a pearl glow glints out of a corner, and i raise a finger to touch you. the supple skin on your cheeks. my finger traces the curve of your lip, and a naughty tooth nips my fingertip. you burst out laughing at the sudden look of consternation on my face! its a rich, happy laugh. a laugh that tells how much you live life, and watch sadly how others trudge and stumble through it. and yet, right at the end of the laugh, almost unnoticeable, was a sigh. a sharp gust of breath. yes, it is a sigh. a sigh that speaks of undreamed dreams, and unperceived pain. alas, angst has reared it's head in this hard-earned earthly paradise.
what does angst look like? what does your angst look like? when you close your eyes, what colour lashes out at your eyelids, as you stare at the blackness inside? violence and anger scream red, but black is feigning dead. drugs and alcohol throw yellow, but blue is a dull glow. but you force your eyes open, telling yourself to live. willing yourself to live. for there is no one as important to you in your life as yourself. and we talk, and we walk.
and throughout the walk of life, are flashes of brilliance. you are my brilliance. you see me staring at you, and you burst out giggling. then shyly you come closer, snuggling your pert little nose against my shoulder. i breathe in your scent. the hint of jasmine in your hair. the touch of cream on your cheeks. the tang of salt and the sweet of honey. curling locks blow into my face, and streak across my eyes. they tame the glare of the sun. your fingers are interlocked behind my back. i can feel all ten fingers pressed against my shirt. you feel secure, and i feel strong. i try to talk but i can't seem to form words to say, i try to walk but i can't seem to find legs to stay.
so we walk on, perfectly happy, and probably about to be perfectly hurt sooner or later. nothing lasts forever, and we all die young. but despite all that we walk on, having learned what we have, that we should set the controls for the heart of the sun.
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