RUNAWAY HORIZONS
It is quite an absorbing thing,to see super sensitive people’s heightened responses. Their emotional thermostats seem to have broken down!There lurks an unfathomable intensity in each feeling.Anger,love, hate .There is no middle path .It’s all a thorny garland of extremes.A highly sensitive person is like a pulsating piece of heart ,sponging in all that is around ,with acute accuracy.I scrawled this verse when I dealt with these rumblings in my own distracted being .
Runaway Horizons
I let the world creep into my seething holocaust
The one that rages in my mind
The ferocious churning of wrath mingled with foam from the heart
I watch the typhoons rise and ebb in the helpless flames of runaway horizons
I clutch at the jetsam flotsam thrown up from icy currents
While rafts of lost driftwood bob above the tidal waves
Wrecked at sea ,I face the thunderous breakers crashing against the jagged cliffs of life
Let me sail across this world ocean with determination in my weary sinews
Let me meet the divine light that beckons me from the other shore
Let the lighthouse guide my thrashing soul to its final abode
Suffused in colourful auras that bathe my resplendent Aatma.
Sensitive humans can sense the withered leaf drop in the grass and spy the hasty blink of a beloved’s eye. They can hear the wind whisper in the willows as effortlessly as they can hear another’s heart writhing in pain. This constant state of magnified awareness is disturbing, to put it mildly.
“Kab thahrega dard ai Dil kab raat basar hogi
Sunte thhe woh aayeinge sunte thhe sahar hogi “Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
A larger than life spectacle, of life’s Shakespearean dramatics,can surely be unnerving.There are magnificent tirades against life .Bouts of uncontrollable anger , flaming,passionate outpourings of immeasurable love;vengeful ,hate spewing rhetoric.A conglomerate of perplexing feelings of despondency, excitability , vehemence ,perturbation, zeal , empathy.A huge titanic collage of oozing, seething lava, in gut -corroding shades
. ”tera millina khushi ki baat sahi ,tujh se mil kar udaas rehta hoon”Sahir Ludhianvi.
The inexplicable fervor and commotion,in the cauldron of a sensitive soul, is always on boil.A spilling over of agony and ecstasy.
How can I forget these lines from a popular Punjabi song
“Chan kithaan guzaari aahi raat ve
Mainda jee Daleelaan de vaat ve “
(Where did you spend the night my (moon) beloved ? I’ve worried my self sick wondering where you could possibly have been )