Unfolding Enigma -" Dazed and Confused"

The mind had always been occupied and involuntary,
mesmerized but here I stand, so acutely mute.
Stance of the heart is now inclement,
but the power of thought rendered incompetent.

Was it known,a mere glare would leave me intoxicated,
would never have touched an effervescent wine,
have witnessed eyes that would narrate tales in a blink
but baffled to see a kind which could melodiously sing.

                                                                                                  

Who won’t adore that petalled , subtle curve of yours,
affixed by the creator, as the last piece of that perfect collage.
Bedazzled must he be left, who is to receive thy smile,
pulse would have skipped a beat but after that left pounding.

 Interpretation of an enigma, is a juvenile thing to do,
what urges me to this relentless pursuit, I don’t have a damn clue.
They tell me, “There is more than what meets the eyes”,
“depends on what you’re trying to find” I just say
Maybe finding a piece of lost bliss, maybe a whole paradise.

a Creature of Impulse!

And “Bam!” came shattering down the window pane. I stood there thinking the consequences of the aftermath and what actually made me do this (didn’t take me much time to conclude that the primary thing to do was absconding). There was no provocation whatsoever, neither there was an explanation that would fit the definition of a cogent justification (anything that I had was that smirk on my face). It was an innocent piece of tinted glass and I ruthlessly bludgeoned it. To be true the moment of impact might have been very much fascinating which unfortunately lasted   brevity. It didn’t involve a bit of sanity, maybe deep down inside I wanted to smash the bloody window (who am I kidding; it had been in mind for months and the golden rule always has been "if there's an itch it would be scratched"). It felt good somehow,”reasons?” – “didn't had any “.

One of the many things about conventions I loathe is that after every action of yours, you are expected to present an explanation (and damn it should be convincing), Why??? After studying science for a significant number of years I decided to switch my stream of study to arts and “Bam!” a ‘Why’ was torpedoed at me. It is just because “I want to”, isn’t that pacifying enough for you Convention Nazis? And even if that is not good enough for you then maybe you should try to get your head out of your butt.

I climbed over the table and started gyrating like ‘what’s his face’, now I cannot give you an explanation( also I do not give a rat’s ass but that is a whole different point) but what I can disclose is that it felt great for some unknown reason and I guess that just explains it. Sometimes, snapping out is quite relieving; trying something different for a change has evidently and statistically been beneficial for people (mostly) may be like a reminder, so that you wouldn’t just take your life for granted. Some kind of divine intervention , an enigmatic force that makes you do things that you wouldn’t even think of doing on a normal day- maybe going up to that cute girl in your college and ask her out for coffee, deliberately bumping the table and watching that vindictive teacher screaming as he holds his crotch. Explanations? Balderdash! But they make you feel good, brings that smile back on your face then I guess that’s what actually matters. Yes, curiosity is good but you should know that everything in life wouldn’t offer you a rational elucidation. Stop looking up for a change and try to savor the elements of surprise, irrationality and delusion, that would be a very profitable pawn for the amount of bliss you could enjoy, rather than being a creature of habit, it would be better to be a Creature of Impulse.