Sitting on a chair, immersed in work, the mind hardly had any time to spare onto things immaterial. Or even on to the most important ones. Laser focused on what I was doing, the world around me had stopped for sometime. It was work. And only work.
But there, someone played out a tune—an old melody of a primordial past. It was familiar. The music. It felt right and it felt wrong.
Just the right thing to distract me at the wrong time. Distractions come in most unexpected ways..ways in which you either startle yourself, or others around you.
And this time, I startled myself. The melody. Familiar old melody. I never wanted to hear it. Never wanted it played. But someone did, and what was done couldnt be undone.
I felt my mind leaving the place I was in, and shutting me inside a time capsule to take me back in time. Some years back. I time travelled.
A sense of numbness engulfed me. My soul. Why the distraction? I asked myself. Why the time travelling? I poked again.
I felt the transition of an active memory taking on to an intense madness, and I encased myself inside a time capsule back to where I was working. My chair. My laptop. Saved my mind from losing out to a festering decay of a past I didnt want. Or so I thought. Did I save it? My mind?
I have doubts. Why does it, then, still want to go back? Or perhaps, the mind is standing on the last throes of its own death. Madness and chaos. And death. If only one could save me. If only I could save me.
She sat silently in the corner Taking it all. Not the first time she was Forgotten. Has nothing special for her She will sit here in the corner Invisible. For that's how its been always Within her mundane life, For she is no one special.
Why does she just sit there, Doesn't she see her beauty. She's an Angel in disguise I've prayed and she's my proof I know she believes she Deserves this mundane life She does not see the halo That is above her head.