Disclaimer: I adore poetic objectification, metaphors, similes and all that is romantic about this world. But this is a deliberate effort to burst my own dream bubble . Also, I love contradicting myself once in a while. It is an attempt to question one's own beliefs and perceptions.
Eyes begin to droop slowly, heaved down by the mountain of hopes. Each breath passes in and out of breathing bags-the magic containers of soul and life-all its efforts to keep up with its companion body parts a journey futile in itself. Its strong will to stay afloat amidst the lunacy of life crushed, chopped, grated and mashed into an undesirable and uneven lump.This is something I wrote a while ago. I must admit this unnecessary attention and magnified romantic notions about certain body parts is a bit unnerving for me now. The heart -labelled as the king of all organs, the origin of all emotions -depriving the brain of its due credit. For me, there is no graver injustice than this. Then there is the skin, eyes, nose, lips, neck, breasts, hips, back, feet and butts which are supposed to be the elegant body parts. They possess the power to create enticing, aphroditic creatures out of an otherwise blatantly boring and ordinary human anatomy as if it's our prowess and free will that gave birth to such magnificent poetic beauty. The other organs and organ systems- the nervous system, the integumentary system, the mesentery, spleen and liver- to name a few weeps away silently in a corner while still working their asses off for ungrateful wretched beings who do not even care to remember about these organs unless a brave candidate shows up with a red flag refusing to be the slave that it was and puts you- the master, in an existential crisis. Even then they do not have the slightest of the idea that they have been ripped of their privilege, their rightful centre stage by us-the moronic, cluttered and clueless humans. Had it not been for the tilted human imagination and a couple of ironic confirmation biases these so-called popular organs might have been as good as different parts of a machine all equally significant for the final assemblage.
