The Reverse Clock…
ticking
Happiness does not stay for long what remains is “ the death”
, sweet, white , cold and peaceful state of our existence. We
all die , but we remain , we remain as vivid as sun or the moon or the cloud
even after our death.. We are born to die , the clock starts ticking , the
countdown begins at the very moment a bloody successful , result oriented super
achiever sperm hits a bitchy ova to
create a new life inside the womb. An account of loss is opened with a fixed
amount called life , which is only to be spent in the coming days. The death
clock , as it rolls its gears in synchronicity to count the days , hours ,
seconds remaining for the final exit. With every beat of heart , with every
moment passed the account of happiness is debited, reducing the balance called
life, and we inch forward toward the final destination……
….. Have you ever seen clouds from the top , The white cloud
below . I see them every day, every moment, with ever blink of my eyes , does
not matter whether I am awake or dreaming . I see the white clouds of death,
spread like loathsome bed inviting me for deadly slumber .. .. to me death is
cloudy ,, like white cumulus one gliding across blue sky ,, my sky , yours sky
and everyone’s sky ,, the clock does not stop to work , the only clock which
ticks for eternity , keeps debiting the account ,,,,,,,,
…… these days , every day I find myself more and more in love
with death ,, with every sunrise , my
love my feelings about death increased,,,, and my love for you , My Dark
invader, increases. With every sunsets ,
thousands of needle sharp pains attacks my heart within seconds ,, the clock
keeps debiting my account of happiness.. The pain , white pain , sounds like a
blues rhapsody crescendos in my sky-scape ,, I fall in love with you again ,,
my sweet white death ,, my cherished final exit.
,,,, all of a sudden I noticed the dry hollow hole of the
inlet of starboard engine skimming through the white cloud ,, my cloud ,, my
dark invader was busy explain the gorgeous sunset over my white cloudy death ..
she was seemingly happy to slash and rip my white cloudy death ,, the sunset
was painting my white death with its spectacular ordeal of colors ,, The dark
cold titanium lips of GE engine was
inviting , they are now covered with whites ,, the death is on her lips … I was
feeling like kissing the coldness ,, the death was there , I was feeling like
kissing the death before final exit.,,
My feelings about dark invader was growing in a strange pace
,, how strong my dark invader must be to handle a sunset , I was sinking , I
was sinking I was falling off my bed of white cloudy death ,, in my dream every
night , I come closer to my dark invader ,, I never knew death was so
cherishingly sweet. In a while ,I found my life to be a joker dancing in the
staccato rhythm of seconds hand of my reverse clock. Life started all of a
sudden laughing at me along with life ..
… I realized that I am sailing on ship ,, a ship made of
charcoal, that was made out if burning blunders like love , affection, happiness
ecstasy, orgasm ..A ship tries to stay afloat on a sea of dark clouds formed
out of bellowing smoke of burning pyres of foolish lovers. .. my love , my love
for death was slowly taking a shape ,, and the reverse clock was ticking
steadily towards the final destination., the ultimate void .. the very sight of
this was making me enthralled ,, I am in love again ,, in love again with white
cloudy death ,, The clock was on the last lap of its race….
.. the aircraft started descend,, my tears of love dried off
… it pierced through my white cloud of death ,, the runway was dark ,, and my
dream was lost forever ,,,, I found myself in hand in hand with my love , my
dark invader ,,, the white cloud turned in heavy downpour ,, it was draining of
all my sorrows and tears … I was hiding my tears of happiness in the late
evening rain …..
Abhrajit @ 35000 ft above MSL
