Do we ever wonder how life takes its course with the passage of time? Not as in the obvious daily events that we witness or experience personally consciously or subconsciously, directly or indirectly; but the factors co-acting mainly causes such events to unfold, and arise as a consequence as a ‘pre’ or ‘post’ effect. They could recur continuously or at intervals. They are latent or intangible, yet they are the main actors in the field that cast
their roles in the live set of every individual, and we often fail to recognise them.
For instance, we take an example of a movie. What we see on screen is just the final product after the completion of the screenplay, direction, production, and shooting. What we perceive are the protagonists and the cast that plays different roles and the environment of the scenes, enjoying the story. The off-screen crew members ‘infect’ those who deserve due
credit, the production and the direction team, the stylists, the scriptwriters, and the video production team. The latent elements that act and play roles behind the curtain, allow the process to be constructed and executed, synthesising all active units and components that consequently lead to thoughts and actions being materialised.
We tend to get lost within the little space inside our heads of the conspicuous thoughts that interests us. We can still all alone by a corner sipping on our usual favourite cup of coffee or tea, or stargazing, or maybe we wonder, how we witnessed something that triggered us to ponder into something beautiful…
I catch the crescent’s sight
War amongst thoughts self-summoned
Flooded with suppositions of fictitious realities
Cocooned within a euphoric realm;
Of a parallel universe
The moon becomes the earth
The earth, the moon
All similar but each not the same
The blue sphere, the Illuminator
To the yellow orb, the tide’s orchestrator
Armstrong initiates visits to the satellite
Yet, its factual means remain arcane;
Of myths and fables told
Preferred by all.
To manifest in ecstatic fantasies”
For these are contradictory propositions self-conceived;
Pies in the sky synthesised for fantasy’s sake.
Of significance immeasurable
But these could be metaphorical
That which have been side-shadowed;
That which could summon senses
One after the another
Conception of links to webs
Pre-existing or derived in its process
Of certainty in ambiguity
Of consciousness in oblivion
Of odds among evens
Of endings leading to new beginnings
Or maybe the otherwise
Such are parallaxes that excite life to me.
Of the natural flow that follows
That which follows the universal flux
That which follows the unity of opposites
We walk on tightropes of parallels
That which could go either way
But never the both;
A close dichotomy that polarises,
An inevitable uncertainty,
All relative to time,
Of perspective variations peculiar to each individual
Creating delusional interpretations
That which could transfigure into accurate precision;
Synching with the natural rhythmic configuration
That which assumed to be of diminutive significance
Taking form in itself as the crux of it all
Largely advancing the natural course
From the inception of time
Known to none
With another lap of the hour hand,
I look forward to these parallaxes of life.