I wander in these streets, aimlessly and hopelessly looking at each person that passes by.
I have been walking on this land for a long time, and I have seen different kinds of demons that reside inside each person's mind. I have held other people's regrets and sometimes, I have introduced them to this figure called 'realisation'.
Some days, I look at my reflection in the water, and I feel like so many things reside inside me. Whether it be people's deeds or the consequences I let them face.
It's the rule of nature, you get what you do. And so they chose me, and named me Karma. Since then, I have been travelling like a traveller without a destination, mindlessly, just walking.
And then there comes a great time, when I divide. I divide, and parts of me go to distant places, to people who deserve those parts of me. And when the work is done, when the result is served, the pieces come back to me making me feel whole again.
It's not in my hands, to control someone's action. What is in my hand, is to give them back what they once did. Whether it be after a minute, or after years, I have to give them the result in order to keep the cycle going, and let the good and the bad not overpower each other.
I have become too philosophical these days, as I realized that each and every person has two sides; one which is your better half, and one which is your worse half. And both of them are necessary these days, because too much of anything is bad. Too much of good will get you to a place where you are a prisoner of your own goodness. Too much of bad leads you to a place where you have no option left rather than chaining yourself up, and shutting yourself out.
So to create the balance, the nature created me.
I am a traveller, an immortal amalgamation of their actions. I am an inevitable concept, which lies inside each person's conscience.
I am good for the person who suffered, and I am bad for the person who's responsible for the suffering. And in all of the decades I've travelled, I realized one thing.
It's not necessary that the sufferer and the sadist should reside inside different bodies.
Because, believe me, I have seen some people where both of them are inside one soul. And these people are torn apart, they lie at a point where the sadist is pulling them while the sufferer is holding on to them.
And if I don't enter, this pulling and holding on ends up making them choose one side.
No matter what happens, I have to prevent them from choosing.
Cause as I said earlier, too much of anything is bad.
I have seen flowers, Blooming into beauty Irrespective of their fear Of wilting or being crushed Or to be plucked to embellish the vase and eventually nod down in complete slumber Sow the seeds of hope, And let the flowers grow from your heart And bloom across your lungs Creating a garden that sings the most beautiful hymns.
I had never seen an ant, Sob at its fate for being minuscule. Rather their ceaseless efforts with uniformity Left me in awe. In a constant odyssey beyond my immediate visions Towards the fallen piece of food, Building their abode hidden from eyes of the world They are never giving Irrespective of knowing They are just an effortless crush Away from their death, Or just a feeble breath To blow away their queue. Nothing happens by serendipity, Dutifully marched, Indefatigable ants. Tumble or falter while chasing your dreams, But never give up on them.