a small token of kindness (30th July 2021)
the sun glows amidst tragedies knowing well enough that the world below it is forlorn; with creatures of clay habitually trudging from a place to another, with the river flowing mindlessly and its water like a mountain that refuses to share the shame, with the honeybee buzzing apologies in the ears of the jasmines, and with the sea that hits the shore in frustration with the horrors of the deep that it has beheld.
the moon- on the other hand- pictures itself to be the ray of existence that is required by the ones who choose to leave their lungs in the prisons of the night. we are advised to be careful with the sombre shorelines that lure the pained into the enchanted soft currents where the stars like fishes dance a little, crave a lot and die. the mortals adore the death that serves them with delusions, where they know they are alive and breathing but in someplace else. and this chimera is for the ones whose fingers tremble for the water adorned by the moonlight.
they both have different perspectives of the same one world. and so would you and i.
but the only rule that should empower you to proceed further is to find souls that do not choose you, but rather how you view the space. to them, the plea of the butterfly stuck in your throat matters. the twitch in your hand when things go unfairly matters. the rebellious eyes that helplessly wander through the arches of the oppressive matters.
they breathe in the very purpose of your life which pushes them delicately but surely towards their own.
such compatible finds are uncommon, however the urge to collide with one should be persistent. as often as not, they themselves step into your mundane present as a form of barren nostalgia that appears as home but is not.
and some times, you must let the world bloom by the side and watch your own beautiful ruin be slowly etched onto another's mind
#adropofhumanity
