A Tribute

Where is she, her true being? When again will I find her, she, who is no one's daughter, mother, sister, wife, lover or friend? The one, who just is, real and free.

Here I present a tribute to that woman.

A child's soul. Alone. Fighting against the whole wide world. Not a soul left she can have faith in. The once perennial fountainhead of trust have run dry. Everything appears like a mirage to her, an illusion, not something to run to, but everything to run away from. In such a hostile land, she fights, furiously, alone. Providence had not equipped her to be a fighter. She was sent to earth as a connoisseur of love, of faith, of beauty. Yet hacking and slashing in a furious desperation of survival is all that is left for her.

Yet she fights, the non-fighter, with an amazing relentless tenacity for life. Tired and heavily scarred she is, but never yielding. Full of fear in anticipation of possible hostilities the next turn of life can bring her, yet she perseveres drawing from some unknown and unfathomable source of courage within. Time and space may finally be able efface her from the face of the earth, but it will never be able to defeat her.

Rhapsody

Rhapsody of colours where the fairies of life meet. In that myriad kaleidoscope they dance away all vagaries of life in wanton mindless joy. With no past or present or future, free from the shackles of time, they sing, for no reason, and are sometimes filled with wonder at men who cannot understand or attune to this song they (human) hear.

(Originally composed on June, 2016.)

The Strange, Terrifying Land!

A land beyond the seven seas I visited today. And what a strange land it was!

A land where the people lived in complete cluelessness about who their friends were, who their enemies were, who their relations were, who their anything were.
How unsocial, I thought!

A land where people never remembered anything about past occurrences, and neither they ever made any plans for the future. Only the present provided the premises for any action.
How foolish, I thought!

A land where people never cared to own anything, or bothered to care about who might own a thing. People just took what they wanted.
What carelessness, I thought!

A land where having no codes of punishment, people had no fear. Disputes were resolved by clear and present might, then and there.
What lawlessness, I thought! 

A land where actions were governed not with thoughts of goodness or effect, but only in cognizance of the basic desire to do it, and ability and choice to face repercussions if any.
How immoral, I thought!

A land where people neither mourned or fear death, and nor did they dwell on the preciousness of life or birth.
How apathetic, I thought!

What a terrifying land it was!