I shall now go into hibernation...

One always tends to associate a tornado or a storm to magnificent power. However when this ink began to spill itself into a hopeful meaning on this white sheet  (somehow natural things just conveniently flow towards the harmonious meant to be...also i consider the heart to be untamed wise nature- still untainted by the sheer comical foolery of humans....(you may want to read the original sentence again before reading on....probably would have forgotten what we were at...))  , it flowed its way into associating powerful to absolute calm. Strangely enough most faces people imagine powerful tend to mask adhesively volatile and restless souls- there you go....that human foolery again...

So why am i bringing this up now?? Perhaps because i recently met this woman- so CALM. She doesn't say much - but has breathed out such vivid emotions (more than any other human I've come across recently for sure)
that they strolled their way through to the very core of me and nestled in the deepest corners to consume me - to complete me.

This was again like this puzzle (i have
absolutely no idea what this business is with me ending up with puzzles again - i really must go back into indulging in one) where things within me were missing - more so ones that i failed to understand...
But when this puzzle was solved, one also realized that she doesn't NEED to understand these pieces because they aren't meant to make any sense as they are - only the eventual whole picture really matters...

Now this woman again, her aura somehow turned each abstract existence into a mustard field of possibilities. This same old world with the same old things and the some old life magically turns into the world of Narnia where one is whether in piercing pain or glorious ecstasy, the life of curiosity enthusiastically lives on...
even frolics around...
even dances on.....

And that is because one hasn't exhaustingly stretched herself through the past years and has that abstract physiological (you know the one consisting of the semi metaphorical so intense almost made literal heart and gut and the space where you feel that lump in your throat) capacity to take a step into a the possibility of the strangest realms.........

I see her honest smile, but not her face...
I see the wisdom in her eyes, but not her eyes...
I know the courage in her soul, not her form though...

unless of course one counts the familiar serene mist in the mornings. Now now, winter ain't just a passing season....
(People have often told me that i write beautifully but they often fail to understand it. For the benefit of these friends....That woman is a personification of a season....guess which one??)

And now that its winter, time for some hibernation don't you think? My rationality, fears and hatred say their solemn last prayers before going to sleep (good kids little them). Now by the law of equilibrium someone must wake up too in order to maintain the cosmic harmony ( a little random thought that playfully darted to my grey matter- harmony ain't just about peaceful balance - it also refers to a beautiful music out of that peaceful stability). So yeah, someone must wake up too in order to maintain that harmonious existence of the universe...who shall it be??

Oh wait..!! i think i just felt my heart breathing again............
:D