At one end of your mental plane is the realm of reclusion, sheltered by a poignant gray sky, dictated by a pervasive notion of pointless existence and the ideology of staying aloof while at the same time playing along to earn acceptability in your clique. Afar, at the other end is a valley - complete with meandering rivers, carpets of lavender and green, reverberating with wondrous cries of vibrantly colored birds. One as inviting as the other to your eyes and mind, you may not be in a position to choose either, and will rather live both lives in regulated quantities. You are your own arbiter and the victim of thine own decisions. But lets talk awhile of the seemingly livelier of the two, of the place in your head that is not bereft of emotion, that which is not eroded by the winds of lethargy and dull reality, of that little corner which yet harbors a desire to fall in line with the rest - to laugh, cry, get hurt and heal.
The valley is crowded, filled with faces and words - it defines your life as a son, a brother, a caring friend or a vengeful foe. It whets your material appetite and at the same time, ties you to some of the most beautiful, enviable moments and emotions you can cherish when the easy chair beckons. This plausibly pleasing, and deceivingly serene haven was supposed to be your first home.
But you saw right through it all, like you always do; riddling the walls with contemplative bullets, you stripped the place bare until the storms and fires were all that you could see. You knew that your kinship, loyalty and love for the near and dear ones was unwavering and would ever remain so. But there were some other strings that got broken strained by the intensity of your relentless thought-driven invasions. A vision gained and the due price paid, you decided to change flanks.
The faraway, gray land is now your home, a grayness that you can color green, or orange or any other color has no name. A place where you can scatter the trinkets you carried with care from the other end - from the valley. As you nurture your notions of a perfect world, you fill in color and character into emptiness, naively smiling at the idea of a prospective glen to coop yourself in, forever. You build mountains all around, tall and majestic, a stronghold to keep out any remnants from the wanton land you left behind; a fortress to fend off any scraps of ego, ire or vanity that may come riding in, on the wings of the cold zephyr. Your job done, you watch in wonder as nature plays its part in beautifying your world. Bustling with life, surrounded by all that you hold dear, its time for you to close your eyes and catch some precious moments of bliss.
Soon it will be the time to wake up, wrap up and leave; the time to append another dimension to your limitless mind, the time indeed to go in search yet again, of a never to be found heaven.
