Beyond 'Once More'

Time tolls its bells, beckoning us, and we murmur, "Just once more." That dreadfully romanticised "Just once more." But the reality is, there is no such thing as "Just once more." Even déjà vu is but a deception. I’ve wandered through the corridors of time, revisited moments long gone, and nothing ever felt as it did the first time. Not the maiden flight through the skies, nor the first encounter with the vastness of the ocean. Not the first raindrop on my skin, nor the first night spent in the embrace of love. Not the first thrill of the open road, nor the initial letter that promised a future, nor even the first leap through the folds of time.

Nothing ever truly replicates. So, heed this—look forward, and embrace what is not a "Just once more" but a "First." The years have caught up with you; it’s time to tread with prudence.

Grasp that first opportunity, savour that first sip of knowledge, and comprehend that no invention, no matter how ingenious, can truly carry you beyond the bounds of time. Accept the immutable law, as constant as the setting sun. Your mind may wander faster than the wind, but you cannot. Even the icons have departed, leaving no glimmer of hope that anything could outpace reality. Now, everything is tainted.

Protect yourself. Yes, you. You are invaluable. You always have been. Gaze into your reflection and tell me, does the sentiment, "When life brings me into your presence, the world appears more enchanting than a dream," still hold true? Does it still, even now? How preposterous!

Recognise the signs and extricate yourself from the illusion of "Just once more."

No more "Just once more." Do you Concur ?

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Veil of Surroundings

Across the expanse of unfamiliar shores, where the ocean’s whispers barely reach, there lies a quiet burden—a solitude carried by those whose hearts beat to the rhythm of an unseen song. It is not a burden of choice, but a silent inheritance, a gift that comes with a profound ache. To perceive the world in all its depth, to feel the weight of every wave, every breeze, is to walk a path few can follow. In this new place, surrounded by faces that seem so far away, the heart yearns—not just for company, but for a connection that touches the soul.

The world speaks in simple tongues, where words fail to capture the full spectrum of what lies beneath. Conversations, once filled with promise, now drift away like forgotten echoes, leaving only the cold shadow of distance. It is not pride that keeps one apart, but the depth of feeling that others cannot fathom. Thoughts swirl like unspoken secrets, woven into a tapestry only the heart can see, yet no one else can understand.

Beyond this solitude lies another weight—the pull of a heart too willing to give. Altruism, that purest form of love, becomes a quiet source of pain when it is met with misunderstanding, when the hand that offers is met with doubt. The soul, eager to lift others, finds itself worn and weary, its light dimming in the face of a world that cannot grasp the depth of its giving. The act of caring becomes a solitary voyage, as the heart reaches out only to find the distance too vast, the gap too wide to bridge.

This solitude, this endless search for understanding, is not born of arrogance, but of a divide so profound that it separates even the most kindred souls. The heart longs not for recognition, but for a simple truth—a place to belong, a voice that resonates with its own. Yet, such a connection remains elusive, a distant shore that can never be reached. And so, the journey continues, a path where the weight of feeling and the ache of giving shape every step, leaving the heart adrift in a world that remains both distant and close, always searching, always longing for a touch that remains just out of reach.

Confinement

Unseen Embrace for someone yet to be seen

Among all the writings I've penned for you,

I've tried, time and again, to say

How deeply I love you.

Yet, I find myself at a loss,

For my love for you does not fit

Within the confines of these lines.

It has been impossible

To encapsulate, in any way,

Images that could convey

The deep river of longing

I carry within my eyes.

Do not be alarmed!

What is visible is only a fragment,

The unseen sky is vast.

There is so much that remains unseen,

So much that cannot be seen.

Within these unseen,

Unwordable,

Invisible emotions,

Lies my love for you.

Water leaves no mark on trees,

Yet it resides within, as life itself,

Silently.

This, too, is a way to love.

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It feels Good!

When fever ascends, a peculiar state prevails. I lie on the bed, feeling as if I am reclining on the softest bed in the world. Where I lie, the entire expanse is utterly plush, comforting, and joyous. Yet, around me, on the same bed, some thorns have emerged. They are advancing toward me rapidly, but are unable to reach me. I remain unperturbed. Half of my attention is centered on the luxurious bed providing comfort, while the other half gazes at those thorns. There is no aversion, no fear, just an observation that they are attempting to approach me.

The fever gradually intensifies, climbing to my head. My eyes close. Now, it feels as if I am lying in some vast ocean. Its water is warm but not burning, a gentle warmth akin to the sunlight in winter. My body is calm, relaxed. The warm water of the ocean has permeated my body, creating a gentle tremor within, yet there is no restlessness. Eyes closed, my body seems to dissolve.

After a while, a profound weariness sets in. In the midst of the intense fever, I move my body slightly, emitting a groan. I open my eyes lightly and see a CFL bulb flickering. Unsure if it's dawn or dusk, the CFL flickers for twenty-four hours. I close my eyes again, and my body, once again, begins to dissolve into relaxation.

I ponder: Am I alive? What does it mean to be alive? Is something taking birth within me? Are my breaths mingling with the air? Does my personality affect anyone? What is my significance? I have no clue about the extent of light or darkness; why do I exist?

Yet, these questions do not disturb me; I contemplate them with a serene mind.

Two days later, the fever subsides, and I feel a lightness. Until now, it seemed as if I was carrying someone else's burden on my shoulders. That burden lifts. Rising from the soft bed, I place my feet on the cool ground, which provides tranquility. Removing the curtain and stepping outside, I witness brightness; the sunlight is vibrant. I take a deep breath, and the outside air merges with my breath.

I am content. It feels like there is still some life left within me. I am alive. The impact of my existence is positive.

Today, again, it feels good, just like that.

Recently, I overcame the fever of love. I was lying still, with closed eyes, and something was merging within.

Today, life is felt again, light and very light.

It feels good.