An usual so called busy day, I lay back at the bench aloof from the daily course of lecture. Standstill amidst a bunch of intelligent folks attentively hearing, few others scrolling the social chatter feed. Considering myself very learned, slapped by whip of tribulation I wonder the verbose discourse going on is in anyway going to help me or has helped anyone yet? All knowledge seem to pierce my heart in burning ignorance. Useless and misdirected, complaining of a headache I abscond the class, breaching laws, passing barricades I reach terrace, seventh floor to breath air of freedom.
They say America, the Land of the Free and the Brave, I wonder again, is there no agony, pain and suffering? Humans advanced, like ghosts captivated and haunted by the externals, living a so called free life bound by fast life, meaningless jobs. I look down across the green fields, a sight of football match about to begin, a shiny sphere in middle majestically resting. Whistle, a kick, the ball goes on a unstoppable, uncontrollable, unpredictable journey. I felt like the ball, rudely being ejected out of comfort, with surprises beyond control. At least the ball had a goal, unlike me. Is there anyone in control, certainly yes, not around anyone seemed to be in. I look at the sun, gracefully now casting it’s last carnal vision before the darkness creeps in. The world is a dark place, deep dark, who can see in the dark, light we need, all attempts in darkness futile. I close my eyes, dark it was, the so called colours of my life merged. This darkness is of the ignorance of my very existence, of my very self which is now seeking to come out and illuminate my vision with lamp of truth, absolute in nature. My vision limited, my actions unconfirmed, my thoughts misdirected, my heart feared in this darkness, absence of this darkness is real freedom. Ah! in light I can dance and rejoice, sing and relish, bloom and live along illuminated souls, knowing the path clear. What is obstructing this light then, I myself? The voice spoke within, Make the choice O brave, darkness or light, there is nothing in between. Stop being an intelligent in darkness, not knowing your own actions, all sophistication and hard work in vain. Seek the light with all vigor and valor, thereby see life in real color . . .