Soft, surreal and delphic...the touch and the thought of the untouched. Did you loose it?
Yes, I think you did, with all the consciousness and faith in yourself. But its the soul, not the flesh and blood. The origin of a naive imagery of a wave, an intellectual wave drowned you and you, ignorant of swimming managed to be alive. You know why...because it touched your soul and how the hell could a soul even associate itself to life and death!
The wave, in varied forms tested the stability of your thoughts, proceedings in your mind and always posed a threat to your existence but still you managed to sail through. You know why...because you inherently wanted it...so badly that it seemed natural..a touch like untouched. It couldn't deter your 'Self' as it approached hard making you loose your virginity ..of your soul. It still didn't matter, couldn't inculcate a sense of guilt. You know why....because you loved it. You hated it too. You never broke down and stood strong facing it. You lost it, but you always won it.
The stretch of the arms, the penetrating eyes, the enigmatic face and the painful questions surrounded you just to make you run faster than never before..to save you from the ominous destination. You didn't embrace it. You killed it, for the sake of the wave's integrity and for your conviction. You created a mirage of disarray, may be a reflection of an affectionate yet powerful being. You lost it. The wave taught you that reflections are always reflections...mirage is a mirage and reality is always reality..no matter how fast you run or stand still forever.
I am proud that you never cared..the sky, the wind, the earth and as a whole the nature conspired against the unison of souls...there was storm, it was dark and windy..so dark that the shadows died painful death..still you were awake. Waiting to loose it, to feel the oracular..feel what you were destined for. Yes you lost it..the virginity ..of the untouched.
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