Monday, October 26, 2009

The Silhouette of the trees

The Silhouette of the trees
Behind the bells, at midnight
Embraces the spirit of those
Fought for pride of scavengers
In the quest of quenching
The thirst of their blood
A cost we all must pay
Someday when the deceased
Will rise again and
Call a war at the end
Of the day
Whispering, oh they say, they've heard
The forest cries every night
Assembling the troops of the dead
Into the stones a righteous wrath engraved
The weapon they have, I heard
Can't kill none,
But the fears come not from
Dying,
Their weapon that is
They can’t be killed.

Sarcastic letter

I don’t know if it’s the terror that I see in your eyes or the one that I see in my mind before I even talk to you about that, but at certain point in life we have to face it and I certainly do know how am I going to handle the fact and how will you handle the fact. I don’t know if I should trust you with something now and should you trust me for something. If someone would have asked me year ago I would have asked you to trust me with a blind fold in your eyes, but now things have changed so have I, I guess so. With respect to that thing which will be away from us for a long time, I’m not an inch sure if I would be able to trust you in any regards. It doesn’t mean all those roots inside from where all these flowers have grown were from a false root; it was indeed a true one, but the drought and things that were there to crack those roots up, almost like the microorganism killed the roots and now the roots have decayed. I don’t want look at the flowers now, there’s no meaning of looking into it. If we let a drop of water some place, it will eventually dry up, I know that it wasn’t as small as a drop of water from my point of view but its was from your point, even if it was a cup from your view, it would have dried, wouldn’t it? And let me tell you that from what I saw and what I had, it was not a drop not a cup not a bucket but it was a vast ocean. I can assure you that it hasn’t dried at all till this point but I just want to be aware that, that’s something I can’t stop and you need to consider me for that. I tried a lot to pause a whole lot of things in life but, you just can’t go against the nature, as it seems to me. Everything in on a run and I guess that’s the way they are meant to be and so the way I was meant to be. But those flowers they bloomed for some reason and the only reason as you may know. That’s their story, and that’s not going to change whatever be the end for them. If by any means the reason is sad with the flower for dying, the reason must and should know that it died for the reason, and because of the reason. A sorry from a flower would be more than enough for the reason to forgive those flowers.

Thank you.

Me

I heard it many times before that time kills the pain but as far as I was concerned the pain was killing my time. The pain inside, was flowing through my veins like a poison slowly attacking the neurons on my brain. I do know what is wrong and what is right but something inside me wants me not to judge it but to find out the reason, why that one is right and the other is wrong. A partially tranquilized mind with some kind of psychedelic music playing inside a dark room, lighten by small candle I guess, I had disabled the ability of my brain to think. I guess we don’t think what our brain thinks; our brain thinks what we think. And yet we are unable to conquer the 2.5 kilo grams of matter that lies in the place which hurts like hell when you think of the girl you loved. The brain never reminds you of her, you make him remind you about her, how you loved her and she left you out cold.
Why can’t every thing be good? Why there has to be a dual nature of everything? What if the world was a better place all along? No crime? No hate? No bombs? What if no one had to die? What if there was no word as tears for the word happy? What difference would it make? What’s the meaning of dying? If there has to be birth again, A billion? That’s what we must have in the world? Is that how it works? Why can’t the 1st billion of people never die and make it billion overall why a million has to die and million rebirths to make it a billion? Now it seems like the only answer I’m searching for and I don’t know the reason why. A moment ago, I was thinking about her, she left, never ever wanted to be with me, she judged me, why? And that’s the question she can’t answer and I need an answer to is how? How did she judge? I am no where near what she thinks I am and what she doesn’t know about me is what I want her to know.

The light inside my room is fading away. Another question, why there has to be a question to everything? Just because we think or? There always is a question?
What exactly is darkness? Just the absence of light or the presence of dark? Or is it not the absence of light but absence of someone?
Does darkness really prevails? What would you call a room with a small candle light inside a dark room at night? The candle lighting the darkness or the darkness surrounding the small candle light? You think it’s the same either way? That’s our difference.

Hey you

Hey you! Someone called me. You can’t chase the sun, you know that right? I knew we could never chase the sun, but that was not the answer I had, we can’t chase the sun doesn’t mean we can’t try? You know it will be a false try, a mistake he said. I asked him tell me a time when a false try hasn’t been a mistake? If a mistake were a successful try then I guess the word we have “Mistake” would be a wrong one. There are as many as reason not to do than to do something. Not doing something might not be the mistake as you may think but sometimes in life you’ll have to say if I had, that is what I don’t want to do. I don’t want to look back at my life and say if I had. It doesn’t really matter what I have to go through now, since I already know that happiness and laughter aren’t the only part of life there are pain and sorrow, you’ll get that the either way, why run from something that comes back to you again. You’ll need to face whatever you do, so why don’t you just face those and find a way through.
Its madness, I think that’s what he told me. If you think I’m mad then why are you trying to convince me? Isn’t that the same as the false try you told me about? And that is what my friend I’m trying to do, the same thing you are trying to do with me. When a stone is dropped into a pond, we feel that the water is moving form the center to the bank but it’s just a wave, the water doesn’t move, and we can’t just change the way it is.

A bystander

A bystander in one of the busiest bus stop of the city, all of sudden pulled my shirt and asked me "What is Life". I tried to ignore him, pretended doing something on my Ipod and letting him know that I was busy with "something" and totally not interested to answer his question. But once again he did the same and asked the same question and nothing more. I had to answer him to get rid of him. I turned off my Ipod and thought for a while. It was already a hectic day and now some unknown guy was asking me the question, for which I didn’t have any answer at that instant. All the running from the morning, the burning tyres and tear gases had made my day something near to awful and now. I had to answer what is life. I thought of leaving but I was in no mood to walk not even up to the next stop. I will answer him and get rid of him. All I could think about was the black smoke blocking the time of Ghantaghar and the eagles flying above the Rani Pokhari. I looked around as if I was searching for the answer around the wall of Durbar High School but all I got was stare from one of the greatest poet of Nepal Bhanu Bhakta Achayra. I don’t know how long I took, but all I could answer was I don’t know. Then lady came and asked me, where are all the buses? Thank god I said to myself and told her that because of the clashes in front of the college they were stuck in traffic jam. Oh god!! Why on earth do they have to do this each and everyday? Again I was left with no answer. If she had stopped for a while and asked me where I study then she would have asked for a reason why do they have to do that everyday but seems like she was pissed as much as I was and had no intention of eating my head in middle of the day in a "Bus satiation" with no buses not even the likes of bicycles. Now again I was left with the man who I suppose was drunk as hell and kicked out of his office or even his house. Once again he asked me the same question pulling my shirt. I don’t think you heard me the second time but I don’t know the answer and I'm in no mood of answering that right now. Why don’t you go to some busy place where you can get yourself a crowd and have different opinion and chose the best one out, and if you have any other question as well. My wife, she just died of some disease that I couldn’t understand. He pulled something out of the bag and handed it to me. I thought to myself, not interested huh? Sometime in life you just have to be interested even if you don’t want to. It was some kind of paper, like a hospital receipt, which read "Bir Hospital" at the top. It was like some kind of bible in there, oh dear god she was sick. There were things that I didn’t get as well first a doctors hand writing and the there were diseases I never dreamed to hear of. Being a student of science I knew that she had some kind of lungs disease there were words like alveoli bronchioles which I had heard of. And word Emphysema was written more than twice and was circled more than one. I had never heard the word till that day but now I know that it means loss of elastic fibers around alveoli which causes their over inflation. And then I assume she died of lung cancer there were words something like sarcoma which meant cancer. I never thought how to react after I complete reading the paper he handed to me. Now I was there I was sure she died of cancer and what should I say now. I handed the paper back to her and 1st time today he said sorry for bothering me, which I didn’t, wanted to hear, I would have a few moments ago but now? I said that I was sorry as well for not responding to his question, who would have answered that anyway? Until and unless it's in front of camera or some national television program. There was a moment of pause and I wanted to get out of there, but now I couldn’t. I was really troubled at that time. The clashes seemed like they were never going to end and the "Bus" was never going to come and the guy beside me was never going to stop talking. It was three months ago that I first came to Kathmandu with my wife. She have had the pain for more than a year but, the place where I come from, I was told that it was nothing just the cold she was suffering from. The health post, which is almost as store room where compounder's as we call him there visited us as tourists. I had to do something about her, she used to cry every night with pain and I had promised to keep her healthy and happy forever and I had to keep the vows. I just didn’t know how. Then the only option I had was to bring her here. I arranged some money and came here but, the amount that I brought was a needle in a haystack in this place. I thought I'd be back before I knew and I wont need more money but. And now I know that even if I had it wouldn’t have matter. They say it can't be cured. "Cancer Vanda Rahechan babu teslai sabai lai lancha re nagarib na dhani". I could see the tears shinning, and ready to fall. Two years ago my mother died of diarrhea. I couldn’t do anything at time and again I couldn’t do anything. The tragedy of death isn’t the death itself but its watching someone die in front of you and you can't do anything. I don’t know there wasn’t much in my life before and now ill get on the bus and go home and there wont be much but I have to live with the fact there's no one with me and I've got nothing.
Theoretically I don’t see the reason to live and practically I just can't die. Last night I saw my wife burning in front of my eyes I remembered how we met, our marriage and everything we had dreamed of and before I had remembered everything the woman I loved and who loved me so much and was with me the day before was already turned into ashes and the priest was cleaning up the ashes. Now today the dream has shattered into billion pieces and I just can't find the proper way to make it one again. I don’t have a house to live in, I don’t have a family and above all I don't have money, I don’t know how am I going to pay the person I took the loan from. I even don’t know how I'm going to get on the bus. I had no idea of what to do next. I just had around 90 rupees and I offered to him but he refused to take it. I already have a lot of loan to pay I can’t take that anymore. I don’t know, I guess he didn’t want the money and he just wanted to speak his heart out but I might have mistaken him, and I suppose he felt ashamed and refused to take him, as he looked like he made the story for that. Now it got even more awkward. I'm once again sorry to have bothered you but I just wanted to talk with someone. I just said, I'm not bothered and I'm sorry as well for ignoring you before and for your loss. The man said nothing about that, he said look at that tire burning, and that is what reminded me of her. What is life then? Same thing happens when you burn a tire and a person, you just end of in ashes.
What exactly do we live for and for what reason do we die for? I asked you what life is; because I really want to know what life is, I wish I could ask this to the god himself but I guess that would take sometime and I wanted to know. What is he talking about? He was talking about something but my mind turned to something else for a moment, police were running towards me and agitators were throwing stones and whatever they found. I had to find a safe place.I walked pass the police and stayed behind them for a moment, they controlled the place of course for a while but before there were stones flying in the sky I was home already. I searched for that guy but he was gone. I don’t know where he went and how? But… I still don’t know what happened back there but, he asked me what life is just because he saw a tire burning which he compared with her wife burning? And what's wrong with me? I still can't answer that question. Is there really no answer or? It's just me who doesn’t have an answer. If I'll ever find that guy …yeah I'll ask him what life is!!! Now like he said I too want to know what life is.