Perhaps we prefer to live in a neat mish-mash, a matrix of vertically falling rains and horizontally
expansive electric cables. I am here compelled to use the word essence but i
give it a second thought and want to fiddle with it like it is a lock of my
hair. Straighten and ruffle it lingeringly. I fear i would be short of the “essence” if i don’t
fiddle with it. But then again, essence, per se, would not be very meticulous,
considering i am charting out my thoughts on a matrix or sorts.
It would be
a travesty to have this matrix going hay-wire. Some of us might not be bothered
if the rain droplets flew horizontally across your face. Come to think of it,
it could nourish your sensual being, every pore drenched at the same time. But to
have the electric cables fall down, hanging vertically, and the earth could as
well go numb with shock. There is no excuse for mixing up your ‘x’ and ‘y’!
So, while i
plot my thoughts on this axis, i see points which take me in absolute circles. My
vision has settled well in the interiors of a window’s mind due to which I can
clearly see the possible mish-mash. I can see the travesty of it all. The electric
cable that flies across the window curves slightly. It is a well proportionate curve
giving an impression of a certain weight taking effect. The cable against the grey sky is like
spooning the misty clouds so they don’t spill. While the curve scoops most of
the rains clouds, a few thick droplets rebel and decide to enjoy sliding down
underneath the curve.
In your
imagination, magnify the light refracting within each bold droplet, and there
is birth and death in a capsule. Then you need to feel the rain droplets
rolling down the lower of your back. Monsoons also mean knowing of a different
kind of sweat, a musty one, a fulfilling one, a sweat more moist than saline, a
sweat more like honey, sticky and heavy. You know its weight as it rolls down
your back again. Mix it up with the heavy and thick droplet to hang for a while
at the point which becomes the median and i realize i just drew a bell curve in
the grey sky. This plotted graph engulfs me as it falls loose over my eyes shut
tight...
zooni tickoo
11 july '15
