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Silent Night

He moved along,

In what seemed like a loud night.


But for the foggy echoes,

Of what passed by him;

Yet never really got past him.

Lonely streets seem endless.

Without corners to falter on,

To bend at;

And a what is linear in the dark,

Soon contorts into a circle,

Leading back to the nothingness that it started with.

Yet, hardened streets are loud;

And noise keeps company,

Where sight cannot.

And the monotone of the stick,

Ever apprehensive,

Yearningly emulates a mother’s song of reassurance to her infant.

Yet what is simplicity, but the seed of doubt to the fearful?

Doubt creeps in,

With the winter cold;

And his hands fumble to do up the smooth roundness that is the buttons.

There’s a broken one, three down.

It’s edges rounded from disrepair’s lengthy exile;

Maybe everything smooths into a circle,

When forsaken for too long.

Silent nights are loud for the one who has not sight.

Drawing out the noise within.

Manifesting without

Into empty echoes of the eternal partner prodding hard pavements for a hole;

Lest he fall into it;

Or a step,

Lest he trip over it.

For the hands that are his accomplices in all,

Do not want to meet the ground,

whether in apparent prostration

or peaceful rest.

Today the journey has been too forgiving,

And perverse darkness is almost willing to brave a perilous fall,

Just to reassure that it still exists.

For to some,

Kindness seems the brethren of death;

Lulling the unsuspecting towards the final bend.

Three steps in,

The stick strikes mislaid bricks mid way to the ground;

And bated breath comes undone in relief.

Yet little does he know,

Respite is brief for those who are slaves to impending grief.

Do you know, humans beings have a tendency to walk in circles when blindfolded? If we cannot perceive our surroundings, we would end up walking in a circle of varying radii. Max Planck Institute for Biological Cybergenetics in Germany, conducted a research on this super interesting phenomenon to understand the reasoning behind the same. Was it correlated to uneven leg lengths, right/left side dominance or just a poor sense of direction? What they figured was that these "loopy paths" resulted from a change in the cognitive sense of what's straight given no external stimuli for correction of the same. Although this research is far from a conclusion yet biases in body awareness (brain) and balance maintaining (inner ear) functionalities are estimated to be the root cause of this defect.

In eliminating externalities are we just trying to get back to ourselves? Or are all paths circular when looked at from far enough? Is the end and the beginning destined to be the same? Is our natural rhythm off, or is that our entire built universe? I have only questions and a rather loaded prose. If you'd like to talk about such irrelevant/brilliant things, I'm all ears :)

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