Vainglorious Flights...

It's a vainglorious effort to step out of this whole structure, to deviate from the collective conscience, from belongings and identities, from labels and possessions. I am ignorant of what do I hoard by possessing, what do I hoard by belonging. When the mind calls for aberrations, the disentanglement from the quelling attachments and belongings, the withdrawal begins and soon after the commencement of these withdrawals there sneak in the hollowness, the emptiness, the dis-figuration of fixed patterns, the threat and premonitions of alienation which is more weird  than non-existence. So from the half way itself I turn back...I escape from belongings only to 'belong to escape'...to be possessed...to be attached.


 At one half the mind lectures itself  the essentialities of conforming, of confinement, of adherence to the script. The other half tempts to strike out the script, to reconstruct or never to construct at all...to weld the wings, to unfasten the shackles and just...whoosh...!!! And even if it ends like the flight of Icarus, that sensation of immense emancipation at the moments of that complete flight before the burning down and final fall by heading towards the sun will alone serve for an ever sought gratification.