See It, Believe It

As the eyes search down in the vast expanses of vanity, the light shines, emanating the divinity within. It’s not hard to see but the ignorance of the world is not so blissful. It is a waft of approaching stimuli to all senses. Eyes hypnotically follow every movement, the gentleness of it, and the subtlety of it. Spotted from far away, like the searching glare within the dry grass blades somewhere in the Serengeti. Its presence is completely unaware of prying eyes, or at least that is what it leads to believe. Patient and resilient, it carries across the daily trudge of miles of the day, until it turns around for its abode. It carries with itself the frugal fragrant imposition of its existence which slaps thine face for acknowledgment.

Everyday is like being in the open desert under the scorching sun. The sun doesn’t take much away but is indeed incommodious. The Brobdingnag sweep of the desolate wasteland leads to anything but Rome. So like a fawn meandering and spiraling through the landscape, it time and again falls right next to you.

A voice unfolds reserving its space, slowly and steadily, until it alters brainwaves to accommodate the sweet siren voicing at pre-determined intervals day-after-day. Till it alters the metabolism, like a slow drug, till you can’t live without it, till the body twitches with withdrawal symptoms. And then it rings…