The Bubble

Have you ever felt a soul searching, numbing blanket of silence which envelopes the world of your existence? a silence so profound in nature that it shuts out all the noise, emotions and feelings and leaves you clean, calm and tranquil. All the heaviness is gone and your world is devoid of joy, grief, rage or fear. You are like steel or the silvery beams of moonlight on a starless night. It is not the air, but it is you who are cold. The waves of chill are emanating from you. The air around is so clean and thin that you have difficulty breathing. Your lungs don't get their usual dosage of dust and grime. Your system feels cleansed. You can feel every part of your body. You can feel every strand of hair swaying in the wind and every drop of blood gorging through your blood vessels. The pure silence is anaesthetic and yet you can sense the charge around you. It is as if an electric current has revved up your nervous system and for once you can feel the ever elusive spirit that everyone seems to talk about. Your eyes are still and sparkling with the light of reason and logic. You see things as they are and not as you want them to be. The pretence and the cloud of hypocrisy is gone and everything around you is naked and material. The colour has vanished and the world is bathed in a clinical glow of white and grey. This is a poet's worst nightmare. It is naive of you to think that this state will last but you are too involved to even comprehend an alternate state of existence. But then you are jolted back into reality. The noise pricks your bubble of silence and all the noise, dirt, emotions and colour come rushing back into your life. You feel heavy again and the energy and the soul has gone back into hiding. You feel gravity and your eyes have lost their sheen. There is not even a faint lurking of a smile on your lips even though you know that what you had experienced was pure bliss. The memories are fading into oblivion but you won't mock it's reality by giving it a tribute of emotion. The moment is too pure to taint it with feelings. The only thing that matters is that you know it exists and you have experienced it, even if it was no longer than a single heartbeat.