Part 2: Shall It Be The Same Forever..!!

Time still moves – it shall move forever. The wind still blows – it shall blow forever. The golden brigade still arrives, each day, everyday bound by its duty-without fail , it shall arrive forever. Clouds still form patterns – deceiving you – unbridled – tough to be caught in your imagination – the moment you recognise a shape they transform – freely fleeting in air – unfettered , unperturbed – they shall transform forever. The stars still shine – their light complementing the eerie silence and the buzzing of the crickets – they shall shine forever. The moon still ponders, it reflects and wonders and makes you wonder – but then it shall ponder forever.

The lake still remains at meditation; in equilibrium - perfect composure – reflecting the moon and wondering with it – Shall it be the same forever? >/p> Everything is at a standstill – it is one of those rare moments – when the world actually stops – it frees itself from all encumbrances – trying to identify their existence – their purpose of living – they fail and create a pseudo lie – a false satisfaction – a short term gratification – this is how life works and then they seek for their joie de vivre. Lost in unsaid words, forgotten in rhetorical discussions, consumed in the desperation for satisfaction, neglected in the urge for instant gratification – the question persists – Shall it be the same forever?

The moon looks into the lake, the lake gazes at the stars, the stars look at the horizon searching for the golden rays to engulf them and take over trying to figure out the answers, the golden ball looks at the horizon , staring at the hidden moon to take over again – everyone looks at each other – they keep looking – they shall keep looking, waiting , searching and they shall keep wondering – Shall it be the same forever?

Amidst all this , the silhouette of a soul tumbles , it falters, it gathers strength and stands back, it falters again , it tries again – succeeding but conscious of the last bits of strength left , but the soul doesn’t give up, the silhouette moves back to the bed, lies down again – and again. She tries to relax her frail body, her feet are no longer capable to hold her , blistered; standing against the ground is a battle – endurance her only weapon. The bones are all protruding out as her garbs slip over her body, but the soul is intact – it is indefatigable. Lying there all day – all night – everyday – every night – every week – every month – every year – wondering ‘Shall it be the same forever?’

Of all the great mental faculties that man was bestowed upon , of all the gifts he was consecrated with , of all the emphatic feelings of compassion, love and humanity entrenched in the heart – of all the infinite permutations of a possible thought and the myriad combinations of their existence in your mind – all at a time , simultaneously – What if only one thought persists – it grips your mind – it strikes fear in your heart – only one thought – all the time- ubiquitously present – “Shall it be the same forever?”

And the world kept Shrinking..P@rt 1

When your desires are no longer mere desires but a perennial fountainhead of constant irk, irritation, frustration and consequently vexation, you know the World is shrinking. When everything you think of, everything you aspire to be , everything you crave for , anything you dream of , is all but incarcerated in your dreams, you know the World is shrinking. When your amorphous thoughts swirling and zipping past in your mind and your soul – when they fail to identify, acquire or realise any form, you know the World is shrinking. When everything you saw yourself to be , when everything you know you could be, when everything you believed you would be – when that everything is brandished as that distant dream -that farfetched idea - that utopian vision- that megalomaniac symptom- that everything that cannot be conceived, defined – that everything called nothing – you know ,my friend, the World is shrinking. When the mind is pregnant with ideas promising a better tomorrow a glorious future; a glimmer of hope – when that pregnant mind holding the foetus of that glorious idea succumbs to the inevitable foeticide – the foeticide of the idea – of the reproduction of your thoughts , then you know the World is shrinking. When a mysterious force opens up the garden sprays of the sky, a cool zephyr blows with a nostalgic fragrance, tiny golden beams try and deceive the black hazy dustbags and fall on your iris – and all you think of then – why is YOUR world shrinking? – Then my friend you know THE world is shrinking. When every retaliation , every effort to change, every crusade to open up those gates – when every ambition and resolution drawing strength from the remnants of your vestigial determination, your once glorious self-esteem, your once feted inner strength , your pride still living in those halcyon days – when those pillars falter – when your resolution is consumed by the ravenous world disguised to hide your own lethargy and that feeling of submission – when your ambition all but runs out of fuel and makes a futile attempt to run on empty gas- then you know the world is shrinking…. What is this World? to be continued....