Lion in the Bench

It was a sweet slumber. Until something bit on my legs. Maybe it was one of those thousand mosquitoes in our neighbourhood. Or maybe an ant or some other insects crawling on our floor. Whomever it may, that bite gave me a stinging pain. And my sweet slumber was gone. I was deranged. And I couldn’t get my sleep again. So with a really bad mood I got up and came outside our room and sat there. Trying to enjoy the dawn.

That’s when it hit me. Am hungry. So I decided to go out and to have a tea. I went to the usual milma booth which always satiate this dawn cravings and had a tea. Then I thought why not go for a walk in the nearby “Sarovaram Bio Park”? So for my crazy thoughts I went there.

Then it all changed. It was like my surroundings changed instantly and everything around me started to feel so lively and with so much emotions. I don’t know what caused it. What changed? Is it me or the other?

There was so much life. Many people practicing yoga. Many doing their own exercises. To burn those extra calories or to have healthier life. All were so energetic. Maybe the only odd one was me. I was neither there to burn any calories, nor to make my life healthier. It was an epiphany. And I followed it and boy, do I felt wonderful? It was such a peace of mind.

Even the dirty water flowing through the nearby canal and its foul smell couldn’t destroy the feel. I walked to the end of the walkway. And sat there on one of the benches facing the pond in the park. I could overhear the talks of elders exercising there. They were analysing the stories of their younger generation. Even wondering about them. I felt funny. Maybe one day I will also be wondered about my younger generations too.

The water in the pond was kind of a blackish green. And it shimmered with the morning light rays. It catch my attention. The water was so alive too. There were lots of dragonflies flying over the pond. And when they touch the water there were ripples. Magnificent ripples colliding with one another. It was a sight to watch. And one large yellow headed bee was drinking honey from flowers near the pond. He was a big one, with black colour. But its yellow head gave it a distinctive look. And its motion had such a grace which could even shame a prima ballerina.

The boats floating in the pond for the visitors were empty. Different kinds of them. But the most striking ones was just in front of me. Four of them, with face of a swan. One was coloured dark green, one red, one yellow and the last one a light green. Maybe their colour and the angle which they lay there gave their faces emotions. The dark green was intimidating. I thought he was the head of that family. The red one had a feminine expression. Her gaze was sensual. The yellow one was shyer. He was always behind the red girl. Hiding behind her. Not giving me a direct look. And whenever I saw his face there was mischief in his eyes. And the last one; the light green one. I thought she’s the mother of the flock. Her face was so calm. Her face radiated a motherly kindness and love. To which we could always run to, even if we are in the deepest of troubles. I sat there watching her calm face, which made me so relaxed. And after some time I started back to my room.

And that’s when I noticed… the lions. Don’t get me wrong. Not the real ones. But there was engravings at the end of those bench handles. They were of a lions face. It surprised me. I had been to that park many times. But never did I noticed those lions; or the bee or the elders’ gossips or any of those liveliness. But today they all hit me like hammer. Even the chilly wind made me happy. It gave me Goosebumps and then I thanked the mosquito or the ant for waking me up.

These small surprises could make your day. The only thing which we should do is just to open our eyes and enjoy what’s in front of them and live the moment. And the chilly wind again blow on my face and I gave it a sweetest of smile.

PS: When I opened a lap to type these crazy things, the desktop wallpaper which welcomed was of a magnificent lion’s. With his thick mane and royal gaze he again stunned me to my core.

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Paradigm Shift...

 

Well, let's say am a free thinker. Hmmm... I like to call myself agnostic. As they say, am betting on my believes. Here am trying to tell you some of my thoughts.

In every society there will be beliefs of religion. In history lot of religions hail and fall. In their prime time everybody believes that the particular one will hold till the doomsday. That's natural. But when a new one emerges it would be a blasphemy to them. They try their best to crush the new one. It's the human nature to resist changes.

Now am inviting everyone to the era when Jesus showed up. Then the prime religion of his society was Judaism. They believed that the son of god will arrive and release them from all of their sufferings. They dreamed of all their worldly sufferings to be gone and thought he would come as a king. But what do they know. We know the history and what happened.

Well in that version those sinners crucified Jesus. Well now am asking, what will u do when he returns. As beliefs go, he will come in full glory and judge all human according to their deeds. But what do we know of his plans. He may repeat his methods. May come as a humble guy. Just as before we may call his words blasphemous. May even crucify him.

Then may history repeats and a religion on his name would triumph. Then we would be bad guys who killed the son of God. My question...? can we really blame the Jews.

Stand in their shoes and think. What will you do when someone come up and say all your believes are wrong? Probably you will go berserk. I've told some of my thoughts to my mom and she got real angry. So I believe that the majority of our society will do the same.

Now please say. What will you do if some eternal truth is unveiled to you which contradicts all of your believes? Will you crucify it? And if u do, can you be blamed, or can those old Jews be blamed?

chimney...

Even at this night a fair amount of smoke was coming out of that chimney. Once it had dumped a lot of heat and smoke when that tile factory was functional. The factory in which many families relied for a living. But when society lost its appetite to clay tiles, the entrepreneurs stopped wasting their money on a lost cause. Many families lost their living. Some survived and some still endure. And those gates were closed then on.

Now when I saw the smoke at this late hour, I became curios. Who would be using those furnaces? At this time...?

But curiosity didn’t dominate my mind. That smoke gave me some nostalgia. The memories of, once a busy place. The smoke was thicker then. The wide frontage where once the workers placed the moulded tiles to dry before it enters the furnace was now full of shrubs. Before it they would fill the mould with powdered clay and machine press it to make those tiles. Before it, they would dry the clay and fine powder it.

But all of it is now memories. Memories of a lost cause. But still that chimney spanned there omitting smoke to the high skies. A simple logic of mankind, to lessen the suffocation of smoke. I was at lost on deciding whether that chimney is a symbol of logic or of team work...?

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Even though it’s a beautiful picture, am not sure if it depicts all the nostalgia, which the actual chimney gave me. Maybe because when I see it the sky was darker and I like night skies a bit more...

when...

    I roam around this world with all my decoys. The people i met loved me, for they thought those masks are the real me. Or else that love was their act.
    Then one day I walked under the lushness and shade of the green nature, without any of my second skins. People shied away from me as from a taboo. They saw me for what I actually is. They saw the raw ugliness. My skin blistered under those stares. They once advised me to live in reality. And when I show them the reality, they get scared. Paradox...
    Or, are they scared of themselves? Do they saw themselves in me? Do my ugliness reminds them of what resides in them? Are they running away from their own realities? They ran, so they could check on their masks and be sure that those strings are tight. And to be sure that their acts are not disturbed and no one could see the Caliban in them. So they could live in their utopia with their pretty faces and boast about their fake realities. And when someone actually be real, they could crucifix them and call those martyrs a fraud.
    And after a fall they will make monuments for those martyrs and worship them.Thus they could sabotage those real models by corrupting their ideals and faking them according to their unreal world. Realities will get violated and decoyed as sins, so no one will dare to show what's real anymore.
    When would these warring species could stop fighting among themselves and acquire the courage to fight the falseness in their souls? When would they dare to break the cocoon of those fake moralities and show themselves in the glaring sun? When would they start telling the truth? When would they....

silent wail...

They say the water of Ganges could cleanse...

A rebirth, attained from a bath with all your sins washed away...

But could it cleanse those memories, regrets...

Oh, how I wish to rejuvenate...

No requiems saved me from this purgatory...

No pleads of remorse heard...

Those sins pull me to irredeemable depths...

My wails unheard, and be amiss...

The pain which I can’t endure is to see what I’ve done...

Carnal pangs hurt me not, but pain in those eyes does...

 Those impeccant souls flown to my fowl...

Oh, their wails; bleed my ears and tear my heart...

This dirt weighing down my course...

My spine bends, and limbs weak...

Oh, how I wish to leave this temple of dirt...

To be nothing, and in peace and to be one with world’s Chi...

At least a crumb of that goodness if any resides in me...

truth....

Flowing through those current...

Rocks of taboos blocked me...

Their sharp edges cut my skin...

Some gave me big blows...

But the flow to the moore, didn't stop...

The water of my temptations made me flow over those rocks...

I broke some, and I bend some...

Crossed those forbidden lines...

And my mind started prying me with regret...

Did I actually break any...?

Or was it all an illusion...

An illusion to elude you from the truth, the moore...

My freedom lies in accepting those truths...

And now am starting to see clearly...

Know that this flow is normal, human...

Let yourself free; don't fight it...

Now am starting to accept those truths....

restrained...

On a bed of roses, I lay...

Their fragrance, burning my nostrils...

Restrained by chains of hearts...

Their beats reverberating in my eardrums, bleeding them...

I am pampered, but my freedom limited...

Have everything in reach, but am chained...

Why, oh why, those chainrings have to be hearts...?

Why, oh why, my heart is not hard enough to break them...?

I sense one of those rings, so soft...

Will bleed itself and break, just to see me glee...

But I won’t let it to be so masochistic, nor am I a sadist...

So I lay there for those hearts....

But, how long can I endure....?