Cold game

Cold game

     I walked through it all, that day! A maze, a silent village, hidden under the persona of a ruthless city. It had everything to offer you; love, kindness, peace, anger, fear and happiness. It goes inside you and opens you up like a fresh blossom, within you and then you soul is the boundary. Your eyes become the boundaries of your imagination. And your legs become your ride into the trance.

     Everything that you see succeeds in mesmerizing you, touching you and moving you. The newly paved pavement, recently planted shrubs and fast painted light poles. The covered up pot holes and cleaned garbage-corners. The polished leaves and the exiled dogs, who were allowed to mate, by god. The road is so empty yet so filled. So clean! Yet so artistic. The opening hours of a small-built vegetable shop, vendor. The dreams of the woman, owner, who probably is a mother of two or more waiting upon her back home. Her own shopping list though, is the matter of thought.

     There were masks on sale. A lot of them, wooden, strong, small and big masks on sale. Carved to perfection. Still incomplete. Someone laying out there, a man of age with nothing but drizzling, bone-chilling morning mist to cover his blue body. Sound sleep-drugged body. A careless and carefree body. Scars and medicine.

     The melodies ringing in the music shops of blissful serenity, brings the chill right into your arteries. The calm words of the houses and the roads, who are worried about how they aren’t going to be able to talk all remaining day till midnight! You reach places, but the scene is same, the sounds are the same. Your legs are tired but you heart is strong and your eyes are curious. The temple horses, kings and queens, wood and metal everything is cold today. Silence and eloquent. Proud but beautiful.

     And you are the little master of your own dimension. You are the game and so you play. What a cold game it is, you think !