a barren and harnessed beauty,
like a Jehovah maven off from duty,
cedes my bid, has basket thirsty,
needs a day bright, just as inverse to sooty
there she's lost, there she's found,
is devising smiles, or healing the wounds?
reflection of the earth, on water drop lucid,
mums the real-self, those mysterious sounds.
Break the hype, want to shine,
where it started, lets together rewind.
Supplement the spreads, it's all give and take.
Moor is eternal, beyond ceremonious sets of mind
That familiar face, too familiar to believe it to be in that place, compelled me to pull back the last step to the beginning of another milestone of waiting; which was planned to go through the same moments but in an expected manner. I located those eyes to engage them in an unavoidable eye contact to acknowledge the presence of someone equally familiar, equally close, equally inseparable and equally purposeless in that place without the other half.
I decided to fade my focus from eyes to whole face to capture the reaction of that identity of existence that was holding me in that place. And my vision struggled to chase the end above those mysterious eyes unusually saluted by hair locks indulged in puerility brightened in amateur sunlight that had managed to pass through dusty window hanging right above us; orchestrating a strange and undesirable urge to break that eye-to-eye engagement.
I forced my eyesight; to stop at those lips showcasing a confident grin induced by achievement of virtual victory, gained after a long lasted struggle. The half circles around those two points securing the best expression ever, made me realize an urge of the owner of lips to forefend laughter from that smile. The brightness of gladness on that face was defeating the luminance of eyes that had turned wide uncommonly, with eye lashes shivering to hide everything that was explicated by the innocence of them.
To give that smile more freedom and to gain my concentration back on that mute and frozen communication to explain all I had to say, and to listen all that was to be complained; I pulled myself back to those eyes. A few more glances, and felt like had everything that I wanted. Wanted to reach out and touch those curvy wrinkles guarding that smile. Felt and urge to hold that source of happiness in my hands. The surrounding was nothing but another annoying creation of God at that time.
Those few seconds communicated thousands of thoughts impossible to exchange even with remaining all four senses. And the outcome? I witnessed that fragile smile flawlessly melting into an expression of artificial anger; that forced that flag bearer to give in, to maneuver the earlier disappointment and to step into the space to feel even more stronger in possessiveness.
Something very upright about life is it shows it's beautiful and real face time to time. A face that renders after deciphering ineluctable layers of stilted manipulating quotidian mask. A face that re-defines the whole objective of any living entity. A face that pushes anyone around to assess his very own self and realize how much he's missing to snaffle. A face that reveals the really beautiful acts and brings everyone together at the same level where innocence is the most common virtue possessed by everyone. And if you get to witness such rare sight where life showcases a ravishing dance of innocence right in front of you; consider yourself one of the luckiest ones.
There was something outstanding about those leaps. Tho' they were comprised by strength of adulthood; the directions they were mapping was a return to innocence, was a return to childhood, was a return to purity. They were drawn up by an inspiration; condensed by secret desires of heart, impulses of a mind still missing the very founding need of a grown up child. The wafture of those legs was aligned to randomness of infantile geometry. The confidence and trust of those legs was as innocent as water surrendering itself to stones while falling from heights. There was an excitement in those steps of a falling rain drop. There was a liveliness in the rhythm; there was a joyousness in the poetic humming sound aired by the owner of those paces and there was a failsafe satisfaction exhibited by them while contemporizing with the nature around. They were determined to crop the fruits of childish harmony cultivated over years; hidden somewhere inside the heart.
The happiness and joy scattered over the surrounding from the vibrant motion of those steps was interposing a liveliness in the whole arena. Every step taken forward, was uncovering the layers of materialism that was hiding the most important aspect of every human; which was opening up bright and shining just like a white snow peak crowned over dusty mountain walls. The fearless thumps were enlightening the presence of very true grandness of an inside entity, that never weakens by the growth of external casting and defeat against the selfish eco-cycle. Abandoning the social timidness made mandatory over the period of maturation, that rhapsody of sinlessness was so eager to make a run, towards where the life commences. The innocent act of puerility procession was confidently embracing the fusion of the inner child with obsolete adult. The false pride of an adult was shield-less under those aimless footfalls influenced by god given superbia.
Those tiny steps taken to fulfill the demands of freshly awakened inside kid; forced to realize it's never late to let those inner ones rise once again and left completely amazed by that act of innocence. For a while, it pulled the whole sphere to the point where the life starts. That made a fresh breath pass through all senses and justified the mountainous beauty around. That movement of freedom was compelling everything around to join along in the march of something very true, very impulsive, very generic and very craved. That act manifested the triumph of the inner child over adulthood. All of a sudden, a proficient pawn of the system gave up against the new born from within. A new born, determined to achieve everything that was left behind; to fill the gaps which never allowed to mature the hopes and turn into mercenary needs. A new born, engaged the whole reckoning to re-evaluate the meaning of life. That made the soothing sunlight worth an existance. That childish motion repeated over the grounds of nature, proved a unadulterated return to innocence.
