Cerebral Zephyr

I hit another solid wall of ice cold air as the bike I was riding on cut through the desolate landscape. Looking around, I saw nothing but pitch black darkness. My bike rode on boldly, relying on the faint glow everyone calls a headlight. The rubber was eating the tarmac with aplomb, one roll at a time. Moths and insects hit me as their kamikaze sojourn ended on the surface of my spectacles.

The coldness was reassuring with its solidity, reminding my body of its inherent resilience and fortitude. Forging ahead, and being passed by huge buses and small cars alike, their tail lights fading away in the distance. I looked upon them as lone sentinels that we come across time and again for a brief moment. Frozen like fossils in the ground, they carve out their unique impression in the inner recesses of our brain, our soft matter.

I smiled, and smiled with unease as the cold; froze my fingers, cracked my lips and tried to prevail upon my frame. I smile, and smiled again, this time with a reassured blink of an eye that promised to bestow its nobleness on my state of mind. I knew that my troubles would soon be over and the ghosts exorcised from my being.

I hit a cold wall again as my bike left the last wall behind, and thundered to meet another with the wantonness that god blesses us with in our youth.

Yours,

Cerebral Zephyr

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The days bore heavy on my soul. The zephyr cutting across my body. Its cold touch on my skin. I wondered how i reached as to where i am today. I pulled my cap tighter and my being shivered more just to grab that last piece of warmth that my clothes could provide me.

The wind chimes in the distant lay frozen for the frost had engulfed the entire landscape. Time brought to a standstill by the forces unknown entirely. I fell on the pavement unable to go forth, my feet giving way to the mass of my own self. My joints creaking and aching in pain for they could not go any longer.

I lay face down decrepit on the pavement biding my time. Just lying down, waiting for angels to relieve me from my pain, hurt and suffering.

I Just lay there……silent chimes looking my way….missing their usual gaiety waiting for time and tide to pass by to be their self again.

Yours,

CerebralPlay

This thought hasn't occured the first time. The closing walls of solitude, pushing their way boldly, without hindrance to crush my being. My will has left me, i can't fight these solid walls that threaten the peace of my mind. The truth is out there, the shadow of loneliness that has cast a gloom over the landscape. Feel abandoned sometimes, alone amidst a crowd. A lone warrior, left to face the world that has long turned its back on him.

How must the warrior go on?? How to sustain the truth that resides within? The answers are numerous. Go out, enjoy yourself, loosen up, all these come in volleys. My conciousness flickers and falters but steadily burns to ward off these attacks upon its very essence.

The truth must be accepted. The bitter pill must be swallowed. I cannot get out. Not because i can't, but because i choose not to. I don't know why, but the life of a recluse beckons me, but yet the yearnings of the world are still too strong. And so i live, so i reason with the limitlessness residing within for the demarcated world outside.

I am alone, cold , and withdrawn. There are souls that are near me, but reside far away. Their spirits locked away in bodies in places further off on land or sea. I choose not to think about them, lest i feel alone.

This entry is an ode to all those that feel lonely at some point of time or the other. Or people who choose to stay alone because they either haven't met anyone or have not felt the overpowering urge to meet , once they are touched by a soul from the outer recesses of their inner sanctum.

Yours,

Cerebral Play