Test of Time

I have yet another exam. Spectroscopy. Some lines of light and ultra light, to sneak into.
Sneak into the spectrum of life, catch the colour of love, violet. Cry, howl, writhe, scream, loose, subside, mistrust, give in but never give up. Scratch your cheeks that itch with saline. Let loose all you ever wanted to keep for yourself.
Charity begins with love. Never ask back, never turn around to find your pillar.
Life is one lap of bungee-jumping. Plunge but don't look down. The master could be busy snapping strings.
Ever experienced strong spasms within your soul, that have no origin, no song to play for? Do you then grope around in the dark for that one shoulder you clung to when you balled?
It is your complex conjugate. Add it to yourself. Then make the real you, without it. Live, don't survive; Struggle till the last penny of talktime, and life will soon be over, much like the talktime.
Seen a crowd? You can spot me in it. I hold my head low, grounded with failure. Ever eaten sweets with the bitterest of expressions on your face? Ever displayed to the world your banner of vanquish? Ever told your soulmate the darkest of your nightmares? Ever known that your soul exists? Ever cried out to infity with your hands reaching out to hold it? Ever been plain simple human with pains, heartaches, childlike demands? Ever got chocolates for your bithday? Ever stared at the closed window corner of your shell, where lavish cobwebs sneer indignantly at you? Ever hated yourself to the extent of crying for the wrong reasons all the while?
Ever collected chocolate wrappers over three years? Ever written your life out and deleted all at once? Ever banged your head to guage which pain is more?
Then tell yourself that you are you and nothing else. Write a blog. Blow your nose. Hit publish. Rush back to spectroscopy.