We live life in moments, moments of joy and ecstasy and moments of gloom and pain, a billion moments and just one life to live, a few moments to hold on to and that’s it, about it, and about life.
One such moment it was, a drunken me and a pair of eyes lighting up the darkness around me, as ‘Imagine Dragons’ played in the background. Thunderous it was, a thunder She were, lightening and striking; lighting up every inch of my darkened soul. A moment, a momentary relief and an escape from the existential crisis that had set in. In her, the existence seemed far more meaningful and there existed no crisis, just a calm; the warmth of her palms holding my hand: calming me as the tidal surges of all things negative within had seemed to have almost gotten the better of me.
It was cold outside, the soul colder; the only flame keeping me warm were now beside me, lending me help lest I froze over. One such moment, that very moment when you can feel the glory of life and the gloom of death at the same time, that very moment when hope clashes with despair to leave behind a nascent residue of this sweet pang that feels far sweeter than all the joys that life could bless one with, that very moment when love and loss seem to merge at a point; coincide and lead towards the unknown and infinite, finite life; finite moment and an infinite bliss.
A moment when you tread on the heavens and hell freezes over, the heart struck by a lightning; and again. The dark clouds, a trail of light and a bloodied heart; light besides and a flame to keep the soul warm; dream and despair: all held captive in a pair of eyes. I hear a thunder, a lightning has struck again now; at this very moment. Not a billion moments, just one; only one to hold on to; and life shall go by…