Wild Hysteria

The gentle breeze blows in wild hysteria with a trembling fear that makes human hearts pound in awe. These winds blow away those dusts, and with it, replace them with fresh ones, yet again. Colossal wind blows to soothe our pains, as we let ourselves and our thoughts blow away with it; which we imagine doing. We then long to fly…flow like the wind and those high flying birds which see the world with their eyes…a world in complete mess and sustained by logical thinking and scientific inventions and innovations.

The beauty is be-throne by the beholder’s eyes. Tranquilizing and sedating eyes of passive thinking and imagination has its own story to tell. But would these be heard? I fondly ask in innocence and with a note of perplex mind. Would these motions be explained by human words? No! I say, as I know that words get distorted by that wind, blown away to surprise human eyes and then take them back to reverie; disillusionment and seclusion! These humanly thoughts and the eyes could never understand the world of flux we created as we put ahead of us, those logical thinking that debars us from understanding of what the world is like.

I retreat; ask all to retreat to the ancient times when we evolved. Yes! I cry in sheer joy, those eyes could understand the world of today. For then; I believe, the world was newly born…or were we? I stick to the latter. Yet, as I dream, I take that the world had newly been born…born with us and bended to our logical thinking that now views it to be held by flux, and by absurd innovations and inventions.