Sparks

Twilight zones- the hustles and warbles arising from the diurnal humdrum have begun echoing in the crepuscular veneer the purlieu has caved in. The silhouettes of birds far away segue their way into the vastness against the backdrop of blushing firmament.

The senses awaken. Surroundings turn evocative. Memories arise. Consciousness has elevated. Infinite images flash, thousands of sounds flush in. Thoughts seem to be cryptomnesiac. At one point of time (back or ahead the present), these things happened, I feel. A hindsight bias seems evident; a tinge of déjà-vu is also palpable. Telescopic effect has cast itself onto the consciousness. Serotonin levels have surged high.

Frisson is tingling the body. Thoughts carry immense energy. Some events redress themselves in an eidetic manner. It’s repentance, but an egocentric one. The thoughts of past and phantasms of prescience have intercalated the present under the aegis of syncretism. Certain unsatisfied feelings evoke, she says: Ohh, if only you had… The smirking beautiful faces prod the dormant perceptions and say: Heyy, so you are like this…we will meet soon…

Freed from the puritanism of life, the conscience has spread itself throughout the horizons. The frazzled mind has acquiesced to the amnesty of environs. The senses are somewhat numb now. But I am more conscious, and more awake. I feel something more than present. I feel blessed by gnosis. Those collywobbles and consternations have vanished away. That phantasmagoria is back again. The coming morning would be a beautiful one.