Your Advice Is Sought

Your Advice Is Sought
You are the sweetest echo I ever heard. It has been resonating around my being for a long time. Your sounds were not loud enough to reach me and my ears at the appropriate time, quite a few of them had also been ringing loud bells near my being for a long time. I realised the significance of these sounds only when they got louder and they became more sonorous than one can be comfortable with. All these sounds gradually became a part of me. You were absorbed into my life and intellect like honey goes down one’s throat.

 

A momentary pleasure of success held me by my hand for a moment, and pulled me to itself while I held your hand. It was ecstatic. I couldn’t resist thinking of the tons of aeons of success your mere being promised to bring  with itself into my life. The mere thought pushes me beyond heaven; I want to remain there forever and a day. I don’t    want to give you up. I want to hold your soft and gentle hand for an eternity. I want to kiss it till I run out of breath.

 

I know all this is not possible. All of this is hypothetical, but I badly want to express my feelings for you. I’m prepared to shout out my feelings for you till I get hoarse. The world may not be able to hear my sighs, but then, I don’t want my calls to be heard  by anyone except you. They are meant solely for you. I articulated each word with a hope that at least you are going to lend your ears to them. Your ears don’t need to have to be extraordinary to perceive their echoes, but they do have to be tuned to me and my voice.

 

My perception of the world also banks on the way you look at the world, I hope you know this. It was wonderful when both of us looked out of a window and saw the same entities looking back at us with the same fervour. The joy of looking was to go on forever.  It would have gone on forever because the window was never meant to be closed. It was only when we began looking elsewhere before we realised that the window was closed a long time back. Its shutters had been brought down before we realised; it was a dark and blank void we had been staring at for a long time. I wish I had realised the gravity of the situation before it was before me.      

 

Echoes of your voice have been rebounding in my world for a long time; I hope you know this. They have been the sweetest echoes I’ve ever heard. They did threaten to create a ruckus within me, but I didn’t let them, I’m glad. All the same, I gave them a lot more importance than anything else in this world. It is partly because of this affinity with alien sounds that I find myself standing at an unfavourable entrance today. I hope it has a favourable terminus.

 

I sometimes wish I hadn’t set out on this journey in the first place. Someone triggered a gun that  signalled my  onset. It wasn’t a race in its true sense, but the track has had so many twists and turns, and they have presented themselves in such a random manner that I feel exhausted while a vast part of it remains to be travelled. I was a lot better off when I didn’t know you.

 

On the other hand, your presence filtered  so many beautiful colours of my life since you joined it; it felt like looking at sunlight through a prism. There were thousands of stars every night, but they twinkled brighter than ever only because of you showed a lot of frequencies of sunlight during the day. Many secrets were unfurled in the bright aura, but a lot more remain to be disclosed. I wish you could understand a lot more secrets than the ones I willingly shared with you.

 

 There are several facets of life that are unfurled only with the flow of time like a feeble echo of a sound made in a remote corner of our world a long time ago. There is often an inordinate delay in their appearance. By the time they make an appearance, they lose their original and loud timbre and resonance; they fail to affect the scene before themselves; they fade into ignominy quite like a once beautiful colour fades into a poor weak stain. I hope this doesn’t happen to us.

 

I’ve known this to happen with several people, I’ve known them to become blackholes that suck in everything including light. I learnt these lessons as I grew up. Many lessons of life are learnt the hard way, but many are not learnt at all despite all our attempts to absorb all learning and knowledge life tries to give us from time to time. I hope we don’t get to learn lessons of life the hard way. I hope life is a bit easy for both of us whether we live it together or as separate entities.

 

Most of our miseries are generated by a conventional aspect, by the very fact that we have to live in a society and take to all social conventions and succumb to all societal pressure whenever we do something to make us happy. A deep analysis is sure to reveal that it is our inclination towards our society and its norms that brings about all our gloom, while at the same time, it is our adherence to social norms that makes us happy  and content. Most of us are going to be happy if we didn’t bother about society and its conventions, but we simply cannot do this.

 

Social norms want me to forget the beautiful echo that translated into so many sounds today.  Society want me to lend my ears to a different orchestra being drummed in a different part of this world. It has a different set of musical instruments striking different chords in my heart.

 

Should I give attention to these or should I ignore them?