Synesthesia

I see what I see. I smell what I smell. I hear what I hear. I taste what I taste. But do I feel what I feel?

As the smoking mountains stood strong and time stayed apparent, the parts of my brain worked to access the depths of procrastination.

Ah, procrastination. Such a great activity to do. Well, that's all I know these days.

I closed my eyes to breath the familiar burnt aroma around me but the comical tunes accompanied the smell. Chirrupings of cuckoos filled the summer winds which unsurprisingly matched the melodious whirring of kites.

In such isolating times, the beauty of stillness astounds me. To others I might seem lazy but to me, I seem... lazy. No arguement there, but the quietness of exuberant bundles of blooming greenery amidst the daily chaos bring a change in the normal life physically. All we need to do is look at the window or from the terrace.

The barking dogs nearby communicated aloud to break the barrier of separation. After all these days and nights in this same place, in this same environment, I could sense something uncanny. Be it the coldness of surroundings or people, something felt weird.

I looked up to greet the goddesses descending from heaven in the form of a haven created by cotton cady like clouds which danced in the gale over the dark emerald coloured high lands. The shade of green so dazzling that it sparked a memory of a pair of shamrock eyes I was acquainted from.

With the bellied clouds filtering the light warm sunlight, sounds of screaming children and buzz of construction adorned my comprehension. The blue sky peeking from behind the clouds teased using it's bright existence.

Where the sky met the mountain peaks, the explosion happened. And the enveloping fog took over. It felt as it the ultimate mix of vivid bright blue with powerful gleaming green gave rise to soft milky mist which swivelled with the chilly crisp air.

The usual blaring chants of trains brought the reality back. And the truth brought questions. Questions I don't want to answer. Questions that no one wants to answer. Reality hits the human mind like a brick wall these days. What to believe and not to believe is a bigger question, honestly.

In a materialistic world where sources of happiness and friendliness are clear but in form of uncertain visions, do we get the choice of socialization? Or are we just forced into it?

List of impending life decisions goes on and on but we don't care because we shouldn't. Let's try to be as carefree as the sneaky squirrel in the garden tree and enjoy the light patter and shiver of winds in the oncoming monsoon.

Bring a ray of hope through difference in minds and diminish the loneliness to find solitude.

Choose a path but don't set it in cement. Be a dragonfly and let the nature control you. To an extent that even the same view brings a different jump in you.

Now, I realised what felt weird. Satisfaction.

My human brain couldn't just let me enjoy the peace because how can it let me do that? Enjoy? Yeah, right. Human race needs the anxiety and stress to work. No pressure, no work. I think that's enough of a reason why our bodies don't give us what we want.

So let's get up our lazy asses, and do something. But I wrote this, so my work is done. Namaste.