Gone by a long
time since I have written anything and during that time life too had passed
through a roaring storm – a storm one can’t see nearing but realizes only when he is caught in it. Such a storm it was, I couldn’t perceive when and how it crept in and begun to shake everything that had any belongingness
to my life. Strange it was, though, the gravity and the force by which it was driven,
when I realized, it was too late. All lifelong, the banks I have had built all
around the island were consumed by it and caused me to recede. Water didn’t flood
in, as though Ocean was not in hurry to gulp the island, as though it just wanted
to play the game of truth and dare, as though it was not going to punish me by making
me drown but by keeping alive causing my conscious to realize everything that
I have done but not realized – The biggest of all punishments.
After the banks gave away I imagined the storm to swiftly flood the island and I would drown in it without much fear and pain – an easy escape - since it would be so sudden as though a blink, for one moment it’s dusk and another it’s dawn. However,any expectation of having relaxation in my punishment would at once qualify for
a sin and the storm was a wrath driven by order not feelings. It was an order
that was determined to put my life in order - it will put some weight into my light
character, it will give some more strength to my weak will, it will taut my
ever shaky knees, it will harden my soft sole so that I can set off for a journey
I am afraid to take, it will clear the sight of my glazed eyes so that I can
hold on to a vision.
Storms usually
take things away- they are the snatchers and destroyers not givers and builders.
A man can
recreate anything, even from the ashes, but he can’t recreate an incinerated
relationship, he can’t rebuild a ravaged heart, he can’t find the same lost love
again – he has to live the rest of his life with a vision that can’t be carried
out no matter if he gives away his entire life for it. Perhaps, that’s been the
reason behind why every man on earth dies with some remorse. Huh, now I feel it’s
true that humans are the cursed creation of God, not blessed. No animal ever
asks for any kind of blessing, it’s the Adam who wants it all the time.
When storm ended
I found myself receded to the point beyond which there was nothing but abyss.
Sun was still not to be found anytime sooner and clouds had turned grey from
black.
Water retreated to the point where once I had my banks built. Nothing to be found now, as though the flood
that came along with storm had gulped everything, left behind only their
signatures as reminder to say yes, there lived a world here.
Night was
silently sitting with me at the shoreline and together we saw two beautiful figures
appearing from the ocean. One carried a perpetual smile on lips introduced herself
as Hope and other carried a gloom of ocean in eyes acquainted with the name Despair.
Now they live with me as my mistresses, I have given my nights to Despair and
days to Hope. They don’t fight; they have just divided me equally. Despair makes
me recall what I have lost and can’t have ever again; while Hope makes me
believe what else I can have in life.
Now the ravaged
part of the island is seen by Despair. Ever since, she had forbidden the Time
to move past. She froze the time by force and that protects the signatures of
the world that once lived. All night long she roams the frozen world and weeps
by each grave, kisses headstones. She has sworn in to keep it what is left,
though nothing is left behind by the storm.
However, away
from the old one, Hope negotiated a new island from the ocean and began constructing
banks around it for stormy days - this time a lot sturdier than before. She also
met the Time and induced it to move swiftly so that the garden of flowers she
had planted would nurture quickly. She erected structures where the new
relationships would reside and at the same time new restrictions and rules were
also put in place to minimize or avoid destruction in stormy days. She employed
new feelings in the service of new relationships. Trust has been taught a new
lesson of being more prudent and she planted a tall tree of wisdom that can
sense storms at the far distances.
Image : Courtesy to Google
search.
Gone by a long
time since I have written anything and during that time life too had passed
through a roaring storm – a storm one can’t see nearing but realizes only when he is caught in it. Such a storm it was, I couldn’t perceive when and how it crept in and begun to shake everything that had any belongingness
to my life. Strange it was, though, the gravity and the force by which it was driven,
when I realized, it was too late. All lifelong, the banks I have had built all
around the island were consumed by it and caused me to recede. Water didn’t flood
in, as though Ocean was not in hurry to gulp the island, as though it just wanted
to play the game of truth and dare, as though it was not going to punish me by making
me drown but by keeping alive causing my conscious to realize everything that
I have done but not realized – The biggest of all punishments.
After the banks gave away I imagined the storm to swiftly flood the island and I would drown in it without much fear and pain – an easy escape - since it would be so sudden as though a blink, for one moment it’s dusk and another it’s dawn. However,any expectation of having relaxation in my punishment would at once qualify for
a sin and the storm was a wrath driven by order not feelings. It was an order
that was determined to put my life in order - it will put some weight into my light
character, it will give some more strength to my weak will, it will taut my
ever shaky knees, it will harden my soft sole so that I can set off for a journey
I am afraid to take, it will clear the sight of my glazed eyes so that I can
hold on to a vision.
Storms usually
take things away- they are the snatchers and destroyers not givers and builders.
A man can
recreate anything, even from the ashes, but he can’t recreate an incinerated
relationship, he can’t rebuild a ravaged heart, he can’t find the same lost love
again – he has to live the rest of his life with a vision that can’t be carried
out no matter if he gives away his entire life for it. Perhaps, that’s been the
reason behind why every man on earth dies with some remorse. Huh, now I feel it’s
true that humans are the cursed creation of God, not blessed. No animal ever
asks for any kind of blessing, it’s the Adam who wants it all the time.
When storm ended
I found myself receded to the point beyond which there was nothing but abyss.
Sun was still not to be found anytime sooner and clouds had turned grey from
black.
Water retreated to the point where once I had my banks built. Nothing to be found now, as though the flood
that came along with storm had gulped everything, left behind only their
signatures as reminder to say yes, there lived a world here.
Night was
silently sitting with me at the shoreline and together we saw two beautiful figures
appearing from the ocean. One carried a perpetual smile on lips introduced herself
as Hope and other carried a gloom of ocean in eyes acquainted with the name Despair.
Now they live with me as my mistresses, I have given my nights to Despair and
days to Hope. They don’t fight; they have just divided me equally. Despair makes
me recall what I have lost and can’t have ever again; while Hope makes me
believe what else I can have in life.
Now the ravaged
part of the island is seen by Despair. Ever since, she had forbidden the Time
to move past. She froze the time by force and that protects the signatures of
the world that once lived. All night long she roams the frozen world and weeps
by each grave, kisses headstones. She has sworn in to keep it what is left,
though nothing is left behind by the storm.
However, away
from the old one, Hope negotiated a new island from the ocean and began constructing
banks around it for stormy days - this time a lot sturdier than before. She also
met the Time and induced it to move swiftly so that the garden of flowers she
had planted would nurture quickly. She erected structures where the new
relationships would reside and at the same time new restrictions and rules were
also put in place to minimize or avoid destruction in stormy days. She employed
new feelings in the service of new relationships. Trust has been taught a new
lesson of being more prudent and she planted a tall tree of wisdom that can
sense storms at the far distances.
Image : Courtesy to Google
search.
