Poker Face – MSF Sadib
As I stand there with total disapproval against my mind the city was roaring with wild rush. Calmly I was envisaging this peaceful fuzzy day going by. But as for my musing mind I wasn’t quite sure on that part.To me I was like this pebble in a river current likely to be nowhere in any moment as the waterfall lies ahead, just like this mad wild rush of breathing lives articulating through the heart of my city while I’m stranded along with this disapproval. I see faces….lot’s of them, I know faces….lot’s of them. These countless faces in a horrid rush under the November autumn sun, at the college gate road, Mohammadpur was swaying with great halting luminosity. I shifted to sitting from standing as now my contemplation is breaching my disapproving mind. So perhaps you might be wondering what on earth was my disapproval in the first place. But let’s not rush to get that. Perhaps I feel the urge to immerse myself into this randomness a bit. Oh no, don’t blame me for dragging you into this. I know that you’re being impatient and perhaps cruising your own way to pin down a verdict right away. Let it wait. I closed my eyes to compose myself as the morning breeze brushes through. All these faces around me holding their story, like this great novel they are unconsciously writing. But these faces express the story so little. Like some jagged edges the dark asphalt lied road only can accommodate the footsteps but no place for the facing stories. Like some old pendulum the sun keeps swinging around, striking the time. Now the faces tremble….lot’s of them. The footsteps grew heavy. I ached to hear them. The roaring of life was perhaps to deafening for me to engage in anything other rather just watching these faces. To me, these faces are like those poker faces in some tense casino table. Except for hiding the luscious smile for holding the ace of spade that will turn the table inside out, defrocking everyone and winning that starry night, these pedestrian poker faces are holding on their moment of truth. Now truth can be pretty decisive as the very meaning of truth branches out different apprehension for different human being.
When I speak out the word “truth” I mean a total relative matter. Our divine universe doesn’t quite tell us about the morphing of such other sides of truth. Who knows what lurches behind the face, until time unfolds. Time goes by, so does the pace. At certain moment the rush lessens. We have faces that tell us stories. Sad stories for compassion, Joyful happy stories to spread the glee. But how often these faces tell us the ominous truth of the intangible wireframe of emotional force they go through. We hardly notice them as they’re ushered by the dystopia cycle of life. Hidden, they’re always hiding something deep in their heart. Let them know that without expressing our emotions death already starts to crawl dubiously. Okay too much thinking going on here, my mind couldn’t take more, I grinned, looking at the horizon I see faint pale light waning away, now casting the last beaming ray of the day. I walked past by the enormous crowd gathering now. I think I’ve outrun my disapproval now. This wary Mohammadpur is now somehow making an ugly sense to me. All these lonely hours that I had been wondering about these “Poker Faces”, it didn’t not even occur to me that all poker faces was liable to an invisible blockchain. The satanic blockchain that has obliged the dwellers to put this “Poker face”. Like a shimmering vast meadow my spiritual entity was forsaken in a thought jammed sea of abyss. I was so numb to think. Dusk was drawing near. In an orange color palate the sky was so robust, I muttered, “Would you too put on a poker face”. I chuckled. With passing momentum, the late autumn Air was growing heavy. The faces were coming…..in a buzzing harmony. I knew they’ll figure out their poker face, that they bear a delicate subconscious mind guided by the mystique blockchain. I know they’ll come for me somehow somewhere. But not today my folks. I chuckled again, breathing in sombre gushy atmosphere as I walk past by the “poker crowd” slowly and anonymously.