Response!
The
Mute trunk with all its awareness and knowledge of the injustice, suppression
and chaos created by the so called ‘peacekeepers’, still has something to cheer
up for its’ doing all it can and doing it well.
Moreover, what isn't in its purview for it stands like a
standalone creature enjoying its own Grandeur - frequently made known to it
when a bird from a different world – a world where emotions are understood
without expressing them, rest on its lofty branches - neighboring clouds to take
a stock of the conditions below only to be disappointed by the noise and futile
preoccupations around; and contended with its river of humility whose waves are
set in motion when its roots are trampled by a weak mortal.
It
stands witness since ages with no dilution, with no burden to express the same,
with vivid visions and details of nightmares and dreams forgotten everytime one
is awake. It expresses rather everything in its own way and moulds itself in
color often made visible by the highhandedness of the oppressor and with a
color of sublimity depicted by the suppression of the oppressed. It becomes
deserted like being left alone when your companion is snatched – It presents an
epitome of empathy without boasting of doing any favor to its fellow distinct
beings.
The
strength may appear to be its weakness rather as it doesn’t know what to do
with its vast amount of knowledge imbibed through the suffocating air and dark
light and if at all it knew it can’t do anything to change the course of this
mis(administration) interim though.
BUT
it isn’t true as it is detached from its weakness by a greater weakness of ours
for again, if we would have only been aware of our weaknesses. But Alas!
It
is a terrible drudgery to pursue what is not destined for us, what we are not
worth of and what we attain and get swelled by the pride of attaining the same
thing though only a mirage, which when known leaves us, desolated with nothing
but pain to writhe in its waves.
I
was too preoccupied with the young minds inebriated by things - which no matter
what, at the end of the day will translate or reincarnate themselves into
words like lust, power, and material well-being though entrapped in the
disguise of freedom and development – always whirling and left with nothing
other than ‘doubt’ of being ‘right’ or wrong, ‘good’ or bad, honest or a
fool, ‘wise’ or ‘boring’, ‘reasonable’ or ‘diplomatic’ pious or
pedantic, social or opportunistic and suppressed or
spineless.
I
fails to forget the streams, those mountains and the greenery which soothes our
eyes and intoxicates a person with the physical recalcitrant appeal but at the
same time the same streams - streams of ominous liquid of souls irrespective of
their age, gender and region; and the streams of saline water shed on their
loss, the mountains of grief, separation, loneliness, betrayal and failure
hidden under the clouds of virtual goals, objectives, illusions and
hallucinations of the virtual world. The greenery accompanied with daffodils
which exhibit a serene view to the melancholic tombs of those who were deleted
by the erasers, sharp enough to go through their hearts and make them forgotten
and render their significant others insignificant, ensuring to arrange
for your rendezvous with yourself and make you smile a mysterious smile. A
smile comprised of the ‘eternal debt and sacrifices above appraisal’ though
their smiles were made static and their dear ones' (smiles) vanish at the same
time. They have been pushed into subconscious perhaps unconscious waiting for
that irresistible thunderous shrill enough to awaken it from the depths of our
slumber.
It
is with these and many other traits which one hesitates to draw out of my shame
and humiliation and surrenders oneself to that ultimate strength of the ‘Mute
Trunk’ and resort to not what one is capable of doing but what one feels easier
out of the same weakness.
That
is to put one’s sadness, dilemmas, doubts, fears, fights, apprehensions and
beliefs onto paper in an endeavor to look at these and always put one’s
contentment into question!!!!!!!!
(…………..Still)
