I Wish We Could Run Away

How do we define ‘LIFE’? A kiss of bliss or a wrathful gloominess! A gift of eternity or just a shackle to pinion the impeccant! Plainly, this debate has always been a hot potato for agile minds, because even the wittiest brains find it extremely difficult to reckon life incisively. Every person has a different perspective of life. A world of 7 billion people and thus sequently a world with 7 billion eyeshot, all bidding to build a fancied Utopia of their own. A Utopia where resides ecstatic joy, pristine love and felicitous life. Everybody including myself is endeavouring to chase that implausible dream, cogitating that one day… One day will come, when there will not be any marauder hounding our precious dreams.

“Life is a game made for everyone and Love is the prize”

Love, as if a person gets enamoured with another person blindly, is an intense feeling, which emancipates hearts and souls from the bestial imprisonment of ferocious abominators of happiness and joy. The person in love does realize that the best blessing life can possibly offer is love and love only. The world which seemed futile and effete once, transmutes into the Eden Garden on the spur of the moment. The stranded wishes suddenly seem granted by Aphrodite — the love overlord. But again, it is just an intuitive feeling and is greatly associated with its acceptance at an individual level and even more prominently at a societal level. Though India is a secular nation, but some (or I should say — myriad) orthodox natives of India still dwell in a world of favouritism based on religion.

So, in a country that favours favouritism, duo crusades not only to prove its worthiness but also to comport against malevolent loathers. Well, of course, some of them who are lucky enough, and confront no detestation, are able to incarnate their dreamworld (which is no less than a jackpot). Whereas others are curbed to daresay that society, religion and creedal values are above all and are ecumenical. Those who resist to comply are ostracized and are sometimes even banished from the exalted society. And thus, life no longer remains a kiss of bliss.

I wish we could run away! I wish we could stay in a secluded place away from the vicious sight of this evil world. A concrete Zion, where no one else, but us could rusticate. And then just like juxtaposed akin colours, luminance of our kindred souls could perfuse the sky of our dreamland. Stuck in a moment, we could live in abysmal depths of each other’s eyes forever. Like a pair of dunnock, we could sing our love-song together. I wish we could build a dominion, where I could be the King and you could be my Queen.

Alas! I wish it wasn’t too complicated to play this game. Talk of conservationism.

– Akshay Kaushal