A Clean Break??

The most wonderful part of living with relations is its dynamics, which ever continues; never ends. Life, if the rubber band is, stretches up to tomb where less ash, whenever left, will be swept away by drizzle. Relations smear the band. The more we live, as we stretch it more along the dim aisles of haunting time, the smear stretches. It's sure, it won't be seen same but flattened away as its own ex-gratia. If we become able to stop the gyre and drop the one end back up to the same frame of time, there will be the smear. But it never happens!! Everyone expects it - some one to smear again or some one to erase.It,if possible, is only a dreadful dream!! It is not necessarily to be on the moon to think and to dream up so. Here upon, the smear hides itself along the stretched band. It's life that always gets smeared, after and after. A single spot, matters not. 

One is rushing on its wings with the one end of the band in its hand; always invisible after taking back its life from the lofty,sylvan and artistic representation, probably being afraid to reveal in human array. I suppose, I am running after him( or her?). Heart beats are the evidences like the trails of footsteps on the sandy desert. Calm cliffs, scary dens, restless green trees, oceans reaching the horizons, icy mountains, snowy ridges, warm ashes, fierce flames - outside the train, pass quickly. Band stretches smoothly on the train line. Shit !!! Nowadays train passes through palaces of height along the depth of oceans - around the globe - never the same way again, I reckon. If not, to whom? I make myself sure that my numbing heart jumps as it pumps the hot blood in and out. Train has no break, so needn't to fail. 

Cold grows not, nor even the summer!! A tattered coat on a stick( Yeats). While donning, I was sure of its perishing outlook, fading beauty and its end. I check my pocket. It lets the paper in it, socked by the toils oozed out from the heart through the hairs of the chest, slowly and salty though. Anyway, it is a faded shirt. Paper in hand,shirt, before it lets the body parts peep out, outside from the window of the train! Wind play it!! You go mad!!! 

I am pretty much sure, the train has not come out of the tunnel under the sea. One day sun rays will hug, caress and kiss it. Snow will be ready to let it ply on. 

Tunnel, the total darkness but needs the light not. Wonderful!!! Wind may feel its blowing and howling because it has not known the train passing by. It does not feel the speed. Train speed-less in speed.Surely, it does not need light always. No wings in a fan as moves the quickest. Picture behind unblocked. Wind see picture and giggle much :D We laugh together!! No, lets smile first, grin and laugh aloud:DD 

I will hear you on hilltop - echoes of your giggling.