Horizontal Line

Horizontal line determines many things. It determines silence, it signifies a line on a flat surface without further possibilities of inflectional variations. And it determines death too. Trivialities of trivial days and nights. Trivial possibilities for flashing moments for the one last time. Burned down moments of a sunset on a bridge meant nothing, nothing at all. An aspiration, a whim or perhaps just a memorable farewell. And life goes on, within thousand variations of curved possibilities of a beautiful zig-zag course. For yet another promising dawn, through oblivious pain. There is no sin in trying to forget. God needs to know us more, through pain and sorrow. By testing us through the deeper pressure of situation, He decides to make us each one a gem, with each one carrying a beautiful carpe diem out of our own.