For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror

Out of the pages of a read but long forgotten book, she rhymed into my prosaic life. A metaphor she dropped in every sentence of life. Now every verb could dream and every noun could be an unknown desire. Into the ordinary of the prosaic day she brought the beauty of the starry skies. A poem she was, though not of complete delight. Reading between her lines I could find a grief, tucked around the corner or a cry stifled by the edge of a smile. Around what core of indestructible pain is her being wrapped ? Around what shards of unknown miseries is her dream woven? What untold stories have trickled down those cheeks? What unfathomable starlight have they carried into oblivion ?

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Its not a sanctuary that I want, a forest it is that I desire. Not the manicured lawns and the trimmed hedges. But the growth that is wild, a form of limitless forms. Roots that spill over from the sidewalk and break the monotony of direction. Yes, a living, breathing forest in my city that chokes the roads; breaking their will to go anywhere to let live the paths that go nowhere. Those strangler figs, that have a foothold in the sacred spaces of life the roots that hang from high rises threatening to strangle the living room. The leaves, ominously closer to the sunlight, than the windows that feign the delight. This murderous nightsky, this perennial scavenger of stars, this inverted cityscape, deviant reflection of our mind, illuminated but devoid of any light. In here shall a forest take root snubbing the citylights, letting the darkness prevail and the stars shine bright.

Why do I smell fear in the sighs of the night? Is it the summer entrenched in the heart of the city throbbing with fear of exhaustion ? Its edges blunted by the sudden drizzle Down in a narrow alley, a spec of sky fluttered with hope. Tiny hands scooped up the falling drops with delight. While a pair of desperate eyes looked askance at the sky “How to live through the chill of the night on a drenched pavement ? ” I hurled myself against the silence of the city. Honking horns, whirring engines and the constant claptrap of unease. Noisy monotones of silence. And in that silence were lost the pleas of that slight drizzle “Hope, but do not fear. ”