Sunset

Faces. Outnumbering each other, moving, in ant- like chaotic order. Waiting. A rule of its own in operation, one, for all. Some look this way, others pass through. Did they feel it? The warmth, the beat? It’s here, those waiting, see life and move, the moving start to run, everything accelerates in a flash, one degree higher, automatic. The one rule governing all.

Inside, on a fixed path, less unclear, confident, relaxed. Within a blink, a song, a soft hum of the morning, some leftover hue. Eyes open, a look around the closed space. 

Figures. Sitting, idle, staring, thoughts drowned by the pace of the train, by the wind. A tilted position, figures not visible anymore, but, structures running past, at fast, breakneck speed. The evening, sunrays weakened by the day’s labour, still able to cast shadows where they can, and where they should. The rhythm, and the dance, engulf every other sound, and all the activities around, the structures passing by, the rays falling to keep some long forgotten promise, the figures idling around, follow the beat, and the dance. Another blink, a touch on the arm, warm, affectionate, the sound muted out, a whisper of assurance; a reminiscence of today’s dawn.

Moist eyelids forced open, it slows down. They get up, the eyes smile in triumph, a small victory; replacements move in, relaxed, seated down. The rule wears off; heartbeats, thoughts... a temptation of life, of happiness is intoxicating, threatens to lift dampened spirits. The golden rays outside... an evening is a promise, a feeling of safety and an assurance of normalcy, that the day still ends to give way to another, that it is not dark before it is supposed to be, that, today will be over before tomorrow happens to be. That one rule still governs all, that if it is today, there will be a tomorrow.

A blink, it is quiet, like a hallucination of reality, the figure stands smiling, ready to force the eyes open, is begged not to, not just yet. The outside loudness finds its way through, and the figure, faint, gives way to another reality, one that forces its existence over the other. The rule.

Its empty, but for one Soul. One other than me. It is sublime, existing as per its wish, it is here now; and now it is gone. The structures outside, the ones moving, are the same. Another blink on its way, testing my patience. It is near, the last stop. Slowing down... at last, eyes closed, the hand is safe in another, in the sweet darkness of ages past. It is letting go, believing in the promise of the bright evening, in expectation of a moment lost. With a slight touch on the forehead, it is gone. The noise creeps in. Getting down, at a place filled with energy, flowing, abiding the rule in motion and in stillness. Blending in, following the rule, we walk into the sunset. 

Ref: "Flashes Captured' By A., 25th Sept 2011, 6:14 AM