Once I met this guy, in his twenties. Messed up, lost, struggling. I asked him that is he okay? No.... was his reply. Nothing else he could say cos his eyes were filled with tears, probably his throat choked too. I could just pity him..... Then after a year or two I happen to meet that guy once more and at the same place. This time he looked sober, there was an actual smile on his face. He recognised me and greeted me . I couldn't stop myself from asking him about the visible change in him. He looked at me and said, "Dude, I won't say that my troubles are over but you know what I have started doing things that makes me feel happy." I was highly intrigued and bit impatient. I asked him the secret behind it. He said, " once I saw a blind man struggling to cross the road, I helped him do that. He was very thankful and blessed me. I actually felt happy. Since that day I have been helping people in my own feasible ways. Helping them with money, food, helping them physically. And you know what I actually felt happier every time I did those things. And in the process I realised that the burden that I was holding in me decreased greatly. In others happiness and smiles I found mine." I absolutely understood what he said. Now we meet daily. I greet him and he obliges with a smile. Our meeting place is infront of the mirror.....
Light leaks from the leaves of the sugar apple trees after feasting on fresh fruits and touches the morning petrichor sungazing on the ground. The holiday lights snore unapologetically as the hustle and bustle of the busy city is added as a preservative in the jar of January juice being served on the first Sunday of the calendar year.
Twenty minutes have already passed in the hunting of the novel I left unread on Pg 243 last night. I am wandering helplessly in the woodland of my house with arrows shooting from my eyes, hitting on the kladeoscopic titles resting on the bookshelf and weapons oozing out of my hands, digging the scattered clothes and littered table. Giggles slice the silence in the air and crash on my ears. I peep out of the window in the garden to trace the source of its origin.
Winter wearing blue sunglasses is sunbathing while resting comfortably on the chaise longue. Laughing hysterically with joy, holding a hot mug of coffee in one hand while other clutched on the novel which was the treasure of my hunt. I cannot calm the fury down while screaming it's name.
I cannot find another person’s voice, I cannot find another understandable life, I cannot find a reason to not look around, I cannot find the way that leads to my home.
I cannot think of what I will be doing, I cannot think of how long I’ve been here, I cannot think of enough about endless trees, I cannot think of when to stop moving.
I am here surrounded by nature’s mystery, I am here separated from the civilization, I am here looking close at anything new, I am here finding myself talking with me.
I hear a noise now rattling the silence around, I see a dragonfly making the sun hide behind, I was found by the people who I made worried. I am looking at the green from above, that introduced me to a voice which now keeps whispering.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I wasn’t going to leave a child in the middle of the forest.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound - Safe and sound.
You are like a song, soft and still, that a mother sings on nights wuthering, to her child who has returned from a war; weary and empty, hoping to find some peace, he finally falls asleep to a melody so tranquil.
You are like a song, gentle and honeyed, that the leaves of a withered tree hum, to calm the wrath of winds ferocious on days the sky is a fragmented mess; the sun sets awaiting a new dawn and doves circle in harmony when you quieten the storm.
You are like a song, mellow and silvery, that angels sing to humans, seemingly broken beyond repair; the tune of heaven that every being craves- a ray of hope in times of despair.