Boredom

I had never met anybody who had seen ‘it’. People said ‘it’ could not be seen.

But there it was, stark naked.

I did not lose my consciousness. My senses did not sway. It did not take me herculean strength. I had not Sherlock’s wit either, but it didn’t come easy too.

It was everything but what they had said. It was neither sweet like honey, nor poisonous or  pungent. I felt no breeze of air, gush of wind, or rustling of trees. No songs erupted and no dance was danced. The sky did not turn red, and my shackles did not break.

It was not sexier than sex, and not ‘winier’ than wine. It evaded all classification of beauty and depravity. It was not deeper than her eyes, cherrier than her lips.

It was not heavier than mercury and not lighter than angels.

My heart! O how I had feared for it. It did not burst. No ecstasy, no eruption.

It paid neither attention to the glowing nova’s light, nor any heed to the dark matter engulfing it.

No thrones were abdicated and no governments overthrown. No power gained nor honor lost. Time did not stand still and the past was not fused with the future.

It……………………..was so boring.