what you missed.
Monday, January 19, 2009
♥ Monday, January 19, 2009
If you were lucky, you would have seen...An explosion, bigger than the Big Bang, yet gentler than any breeze, surfacing on those glassy curves. A phenomenon of insurmountable proportions that would capture the heart of whoever's fortunate enough to see; more fascinating that an eclipse, more spectacular than the pole's Aurora Borealis. You wouldnt have learnt physics, but you would have known the laws of gravity. How it pulls to the centre, how everything that moves away gets dragged back by the invisible forces of attraction. How without it, the world falls apart.You wouldnt have learnt art, but you'd paint better than Picasso. Her eyes glisten. A tiny shimmer at the bottom of her eyelids, exactly like the setting of the evening sun. Look closer, you'll probably find the reflection of her soul in them. You wouldnt have learnt much biology. But in her eyes, the human anatomy gets confused. For just looking, if you were fortunate enough to look, would you feel, hear and taste. For its in her eyes that she speaks and touches. She tells tales of desire, of happiness, of loneliness, - you dont have to look hard- it's there. Written in the language of movement. Movement of her eyes in the fluttering of her lids, and glossening by her tears. Thats only if you were fortunate enough to see... You would know what heartstrings are. They are those intangible things called feelings that tell you the weathers of your day and the seasons of your year. And if you were fortunate enough, you'd have yours tugged; if youwere lucky enough to look through her eyes, you'd see the precious thoughts and secret gardens of fantasy and ecstasy. You'd see future and past right present then. You wouldnt know what happiness meant, just what it felt-its everything in between 'good morning' and 'good night'. Its the anticipation of a hand held, of a hug returned. Its the cleaning of a room that looked like the aftermath of a world war, to the watching of an awesome movie. Its in the having of barbequed chicken wings and the slurping of yoghurt. Its in the quiet sighing at sleep. If only you were fortunate enough to see...
