The dust from the first settled
and the crack in the floor bed was clearly seen, it was understandable and the
events brought out new meaning. Lessons were learnt and the progression seemed
favorable, blame was accepted and the dice was thrown it came to rest in the
proper/best hand. The vow was made never
to wear the dirty cloths again and all seem at rest.
Then
out of the blue in the most unlikely place a diamond was found. It seemed so
surreal like an illusion created by the mind. A prize gleaming like a shining
star standing apart in a galaxy of its own untouched by the muck where it was
seen. Warm to the eyes though cold to the touch, the reason was known and it
was understandable. Fantasies reigned, imagination ran haywire. The frozen lake
melted, the heart skipped like a gazelle, it looks like home.
Efforts were put in place to
understand how best to handled the diamond, though cold to the touch but the
task to polish it till shone was taken with gladness, it seemed doable. Alas!
emotion takes over, the dam broke and the ship could not stay afloat or head to
the berth.
It hit with the force not so surprising but
painful all the same. So many questions never asked. So many things never
known, the cocoon was opened, left in the cold to shiver. It seemed impossible
at first but as the hours increases the reality became clearer. Too effortless
therefore it has no value or so it seem. Just like the first, easily forgotten.
Though unlike the first, no obvious faults except for reckless abandon and lack
of good judgment.
Definitely more than the
ordinary, not in a fancy package but a walk through the aisle of a super market
shows that its being noticed, available, desirable yet still on the shelve. The cosmos seem to
be involved
in an abyss of conspiracy so deep. The clock tick tock tick tock away down the
hall, a companion to the resounding silence that followed.
The first was a near miss, focused but
unsure, understanding dawn too late, the zodiac sign an indicator, Cancer
believed u will stay if truly wanted. It would have been perfect, like looking
at a mirror image. Naivety struck like a
fist on a cheek, emotion took over, and the warning was ignored. Ego so big it
was like a hunch back. Humility ran out the door, pride took over. Oh! What a
path to trek. The second was a mystery, so many unknown parameters, how will
the equation be solved?
So all that remain are memories so few it
could be counted on one hand. The curtain came down the drama all but forgotten,
or
not? Standing in the cold on a
lone street, scared of anyone coming from the horizon, who will it be? A good
Samaritan or a robber?
The chronicle for when the cloud
clears and the time tells on the memory. Wrapped to be unveiled later, with an
attempt to decipher the thoughts and feeling behind the words.
A
page in the memoir.
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