Kynud

kynud,

a melody in progression,

a vibration aberrant,

a whole universe in pendulum motion,

a translucent hum of the soul,

a banyan tree made of sound,

a pilgrimage for eternity,

resplendent yet reticent,

warm and bittersweet,

the tearing up of eyes

at the sight of your old school

be burnt down to ashes

only to linger forever in memories

kind of bittersweet,

the long ride home after

the immersion of Durga's idol

on the fourth day of dashami

kind of bittersweet,

the reuniting and reviving of ties

with a long lost lover

kind of bittersweet,

the picking up of that old newspaper

where your existence had once been imprinted

and knowing never will such a thing happen again

kind of bittersweet,

the unfamiliarity of faces

in the familiarity of once known

hometown momo stands

kind of bittersweet,

the final farewell from your

hostel corridors and college terrace sessions

kind of bittersweet,

the leaving behind everything

that you own and value

knowing you've come alone

and you're going to go alone,

yet rejoicing the fact that

you've given your best foot forward

kind of bittersweet:

...

to take a page out of

Mr. Marshall Mathers' books,

there was a time when i had Shillong city by the balls,

and now all that is the silvery haze

of a bygone comet's tail,

a beautiful statue made of light and memory,

a distant eclipse of recollections

that has gone Neptune retrograde

in the mist of space and time,

an archaic spit labyrinth of a

fossilized goliath tarantula,

mellow esoteric dregs of a

dead flower's nectar,

silent residues of

accumulated epinephrine and glucocorticoids

that shape your hindsight,

and all that remains is

a kynud:

...

and this is not to enforce an idea of lament

but to emphasize the impermanence of life and its treasures,

perhaps this is the way life is ought to be,

perhaps impermanence is the amulet that life wears,

perhaps impermanence is the only true rule,

perhaps impermanence is the silent guardian of progress,

perhaps impermanence is what caused mighty Rome to fall,

perhaps impermanence is why Gabriel's messages to humanity got twisted,

perhaps impermanence is what the big bang actually looks like,

perhaps we are being foolish

in chasing after entitled jobs and pretty women

lest we get to keep them for long in some way,

perhaps we are being foolish

in choosing Modi and Trump to lead us

lest they aren't vapours in a hundred years

from what they call 'now',

just like Gandhi is

a hundred years from what he had called 'now':

all of existence is

a kynud,

a hum of what was,

a hum of melancholy,

a hum of once held desires,

a hum of past laughs,

a hum of our own histories,

a hum of overcoming of our own insecurities,

a hum of our previous incarnations,

for, we die time after time,

and we are born over again,

and we leave behind pieces of our hearts

scattered throughout the universe

moulded in the form of giant sphinxes

of our condign artworks,

which is the whole point really-

to leave behind

the shades of our existences,

the colours of our presence,

the fragrances of our energies,

the effervescence of our convictions,

and the love in our hearts,

even if they're doomed for vaporescence,

because it is only our love

which we can truly give

and it only the joy in our hearts

that we can truly spread,

lest you're a narcissist sociopath

who wants to take all of your belongings

to your grave,

in which case

you're pretty fucking dead anyway:

...