At this moment...

...an incredible peace encloses existence, and all its current turmoils. At this moment, a strange feeling of death overrides every other emotion, felt and unfelt. At this moment, an alien (or perhaps way too familiar) silence is pouring down the recent cracks in the soul, and drop by drop it percolates to hitherto unknown parts of the being, bringing alongwith itself a fresh pain, a fresh numbness.At this moment, an astonishing amount of unheeded history and unacknowledged hurt is suddenly resurfacing from absolutely nowhere, for the lava only to be frozen by the here and the now into icy stones that hurt as they hit while falling upon the body, but leave only visible scars and no pain. At this moment, a bewildering listlessness is overtaking the senses, and it's hard to decide whether the sense of being lost overrules the lack of need for a direction, or vice versa. At this moment, darkness looms large before the eyes, and every 'ray of hope' is bright enough to be blinding, so it's only darkness that is, or is not, seen. At this moment, nerves reel under weightlessness of a free fall, but it's also relieving, with zero apparent stress on the system. At this moment, fingers feel in the keys something that is not meant to be said or read, thought or understood. At this moment, someone somewhere is trying to live, and trying to die, without knowing why, but is unsuccessful in either. Yet, there's a strange overriding bliss, a contentment of the sort that comes from wishlessness, a melodious harmony of the sort that emptiness sings, that fills the ambience at this moment.

At this moment, I have the voice in my ears which makes me breathe, the memory in my eyes that makes me smile, the warmth in this tear that has been missing for some time, the smell in my heartbest that defines intimacy and the touch in my hands that makes me feel alive.

At this moment, I am happy. At this moment, I'm loved and hated and kissed and scolded and blessed and cursed. At this moment, whether I feel it or not, there is a life within me. At this moment, there's the pillar of my existence intact and strong, touchwood. At this moment, my star is shining bright, only for me.

Who says then, that I am alone at this moment?