“Only if your eyes sang the anthem of a true innocence”
The birth of all living species is characterized by an incessant flow of a river of innocence – be it for a green leaf, or the mighty human-beings. This very innocence then journeys all along – sometimes as your friend and at other times as a swindle. You can hardly cage it, for it is as elusive as imagination. But those who can capably nest it, to them life certainly offers the most pious flamboyance and grace.
There was a time when innocence ornamentalized human culture, tradition, values. Its fragrance smelled of piousness, its beauty outclassed every pageant, its love incessantly soft, and its volume un-measurable. Today it is more of commercialized – and can be aptly branded as ‘the disguised innocence’.
It has become the new-age modus-operandi for professional impersonation, lascivious pitfalls and the like. Rightly so the new supari for acutely sensitive and barbarian silent murders and blackmails as portrayed in myriads of Hindi movies.
In the present competitive age all you need to do (if you are sans this boon) is paint your face with the superficial colors of innocence. Those might not look like a true rainbow but surely can fox your opponent into kissing the futile salaciousness, the fragile innocence notwithstanding his exhaustive sanctified search.
Can you, eventually, appreciate the true innocence, if any, in this era, where every innocence seems to be blind, deaf and dumb, emotionless or rather a plate of un-reciprocative salacious salads?
