Transitions

"First Times"
they r always thr, teaching u newer theories...
just how we wake up from beneath the old blanket of skepticism into a newer better morning of pleasures;

A blank gaze,
A numb head turning all sides
In search of that 'something'.

I could feel the wind,
behind my ears,
amidst sounds of bygone conflicts,

Suddenly i realize its difficult to walk;
I am standing on sand.
The friction slipping from beneath my feet
into my mind.

That thorn from that old withered rose
suddenly pricked.
But there was no blood.
There was only a theory written in red,
asking me to redefine the wrongly accepted notions.

Then i felt the sand disappearing under my feet,
I could stand steadily.
i could now only hear the soft wind,
the sound of conflicts growing mild and finally gone.

Calm taking the place of friction in the mind.
The mirth held on a string at the edge of my consciousness,
suddenly gaining ground.

Wriggling out of the black-box finally.
I could see sunlight.Finally.