Live without Rules

The horse pulled the heavy carriage, carved out of metal. Working his way through rough terrain. Inching towards his destination. Trying to pick up momentum but always pulled back by the chariot. The desperation was building, taking form or extreme rage and limitless fury. Like some force within, like a limitless source of power, that took control of all his systems gradually. Accelerating his engine. As he picked up pace. And slowly the gallops transformed into giant leaps, as he broke loose from the chariot of constraint, like the black panther. The metamorphosis was underway, as he picked up tempo...leaving the pack behind. Soon he raced past everyone else…breaking successive Mach barriers, growing a thousand blue wings on his back...the ones that enticed his followers..who were awestruck. The wings that lifted him up into the air, he broke contact with ground zero and catapulted into eternal space. He zoomed past the asteroid belt and the saturn rings, spanning light years with escape velocity, like the warp drive…at astronomical speeds.. the speeds that bent the laws of Newtonian Physics. He approached Lorentz Transformations, knitting microscopic cosmos in vacuum, disrupting the fabric of space-time. The gravitational pull of the Black hole only began to be dwarfed. From here on, the universe only appeared static to him…the clock hands had frozen..and the entropy dipped to near zero level. There was no strings attached anymore, no rules, no limits.

Grounded

Undergoing Repairwork

Nirvana

The glance so intense, it burnt two holes through me. I could peep into her heart, as i gazed at the blackest eyes, as if she had conjured up two little universes within them. I saw innocence blended with determination, that she would not let go off my hand, as we ran the lengths and breadths of the field I called 'Life'.
I enmeshed my fingers with hers, felt like the shield around her, as her grip tightened. A misplaced fine lock ran across her eye, cutting out the 'third eye'. A strange force drew our faces closer, like a gravitational pull. The force that pulled the eyelids down. Like we were about to collapse into each other, experiencing a perpetual free fall. The amalgamation of souls was underway, as the lips began the Bon Voyage, towards each other, the one that could not be undone. The sheer anticipation churned a hurricane in my mind. I felt her breath falling on me, getting warmer and warmer, as my heart raced past the superluminal barrier.
And that is where I freeze the frame and attain a state of perpetual bliss.

The lady wore black

A strange pendant hung from her neck, symbolizing a secret society perhaps. The sea breeze gushed across her face, streaking her hair across her forehead. She sat by the amber lamp, that lit up her mysteriously attractive face. She held in her hand a magic wand, the mighty pen with which she churned magic. The fluttering pages resembled the wings of a dove, unacquainted with the voodoo they were undergoing as she wrote all over them.
And then she rolled a joint, and dragged the white smoke in. The smoke in the foreground faded her face in the backdrop. Her dangles swung in to and fro motion, casting a hypnotic spell upon me. Her facial contours transformed gradually, spanning a spectrum of emotions, as she wrote on, perhaps following the storyline. At times, she gazed into the oblivion, groping within her mind, for the germ of creativity. Her eyes were like shiny black marbles, making her gaze ever so penetrating. She was like the sea, calm outwardly and violent within. She looked at me occasionally, as I wrote these words to her. What better inspiration could have I asked for.

The Beach

I see the fading horizon, as it gets darker. The dark sea merges with the sky, slowly. The only line of demarcation is the distant ships, forming an array of scintillations. I sit on the Promenade. The crowd is diluting slowly. The sea is getting restless by the moment, enveloping in its darkness,the faint light from the crescent moon.
I see the waves splashing against the rocky periphery. Little does the sea know about he might of the robust wall. Or should I say otherwise.
The beach is like an evil seductress. It pulls me in, while its waters recede, and the very next moment, the mighty tides smash me back to the shore.
But I can not escape its mystic charm. Unpredictable, mysterious, weirdly pleasant, inviting.
How the blues transform to pitch black as the sun kisses the horizon. How the ecstatic angel transforms into the ghost of perdition, seamlessly.
Is it the Sea, or is it She? The deeper I delve, the more am I attracted. My mind leaves the realms of sanity as my soul steps out of my body, and floats over chaotic waters. She whispers into my ear, calling out my name. I do not know which direction does the voice come from, like the sound of the sea, ubiquitous, ambient. My mind gets dizzy. I see her reflection in the darkness. I seek to snap out of this spell, only to be spellbound again.