Rant 268 : Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling

It wasn’t that late, yet I was rushing back home.  Peddling as fast as I could, I would have been cycling at approximately 18 kmph, which is quite some speed for a bike. I could barely feel my feet as they went rolling with the pedals in some strange harmonious manner. Felt as if they were not a part of me. All I could see was, the road and the metal top where I could maneuver my bike.

It is weird to realize that a specific thought in your mind can pour in inexplicable amount of power into you, so much so that your biking speed doubles or even triples. How can something-someone so calm and quiet create such a storm within you? It is weird, yet interesting at the same time. It definitely calls for some deeper introspection, but right now all I was centered on was reaching home as early as possible,

It took me a third of the regular 25 minutes to reach home today. I went in, locked my bike and rushed to my room. I could feel the feelings splurging out as I tried to rush-open my lock. As soon as the door opened, I threw the bag at one side and lay flat on the bed. It was as if a loud heavy bell was ringing inside my ears. A loud thump and a generous touch – both at the same time. I could still feel my legs rumbling with inactivity. It was as if, I was partly into a discotheque and part into a temple. Such mixed expressions and feelings.

After some 10 minutes or so, I could breathe slowly now. My legs were finally calmer than ever before and my heart was now resonating with the ceiling fan which on a slow mode. I took out my headsets and played my recent favorite song on it. The song said,

Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling

and missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.

Glued my green eyes to your face.

I’m blind. Follow footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.

Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling

and missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.

While the song repeated itself for the next 12 minutes, I took out my phone and opened my message inbox.

I wrote “I miss you” and I sent the text.

Glued my green eyes to your face.

I’m blind. Follow footsteps, a bleeding bloodline.

Head in the ceiling fan goes rolling

and missing like bullets slamming into deer skin.

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Lyrics by Title flight, “Floral Green”, 2012.

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Always Ranting,

Rantzaada.

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