"O' Dear little scavenging bird...
Eat my body but not my eyes when I am dead,
For I wish to see my beloved one last time..."
This was his favourite recital just before the May day of 2k-14.That was the day when he finally decided that no longer that living soul can be a part of his material life.Not only did that he decide but a 'never' to be keyed iron lock was put over that missing part soulful memories.Till date,never a moment of recap had drifted through his pre frontal column.An angel just flew by and consoled over his locked limbic portions of love and care.But then,it was only a phase of console offered in his long journey of life.Amiss definitely would that phase pass and he then was back to his occupation of the "blissed" missing.
But..now...today as his heartbeat was pulsating above the normal rate and his heavily built body was floating with his steadfast legs,he visualised the sight that was not meant to be seen for the rest of his life.The missing part of the soul just reappeared within his line of sight but in the opposite direction.The part that departed under the then demanding circumstances of life and that which left him devastated forever ,now re-surfaced right in front of his eyes.
Luck..with due regards..the two pairs of eyes never met face to face.But,less luck was on his side for the only pair of eyes that was aware of this re-emerging soul was that of his and it definitely was his misfortune.Can the broken part really be fixed? Can the closed chapter be re-opened at this stage? No.The departed soul can never be fixed and that which lives can never be repaired.That departed soul which had held him together in his journey of completeness actually made a devoid within him.A vacuum that turned out stern with his social skills and inter persona.But no man achieves without inspiration and he was no exception.
Always knowing that everything will only be a part of one's life and when deliberately summed up will be a happy ending,his steadfast forward moving steps stopped for a minute.A deep breath and a mixed emotional involuntary water works from his eyes were the best suited reaction that his inner soul could respond with."A walk not to remember" was his inner voice echo and his deep moist eyes were visible as he removed his spectacles and started running in the opposite direction until he ensured that he was completely out from the line of sight of that loveable soul.
~From the diary of the lunatic poet
