When it reduces itself to nothingness...
When people are not able to see it in broad daylight
When its own soul walks all over it
When it gets placed not as a lamp stand next to the door, but as a mat outside the door
When the dust that is shooed out of the house, refuses to touch it
When the noise inside comes out with an intensity that deafens every possibility of life within it, but people dont hear it, for them its like the irritating squeals of the mice when the darkness dawns
When the eyes see and disgust at its own image, and it becomes those blurred lines in the memory
When these blurred lines get cobwebs, and entangle everything that comes its way
When it reduces itself to an object, looses what all it has and dissolves in something so sublime as each prayer in a heartbeat around it beats a rhythm .... wish it was not there...
When the reason for what it was.... wishes with all intensity.... wish it was not there...
......and then it shrouds its evil eyes, scheming breath ....its treacherous soul in the blanket of night and disappears in the land where red, green all appear the same
wow...
ReplyDeletejust wow.