Wednesday, April 20, 2011

evanescence

he was running ... running and running, fast and faster. the tall grass hardly could stop him. he looked around him as if challenging the wind to overtake him. his hair being blown away with his speed. yet momentarily some time back he had felt tired, sluggish and slow. but now he was running on the vast green fields. it was green grass all around and his eyes could make out those brown mountains in the distance. there was the afternoon sun in all its splendour, looking at it directly sent a warm chill up his spine. he wanted to reach for the sun ... soon he saw what he was running into , a drop and he didnt know what that was. he didnt care.

he ran faster as he saw the end, his face flushed with happiness .. bright and glowing in the sunshine. his brain had no thoughts, wow he was now only 10 steps away .... 5 .. 4 and saw the most beautiful cliff he had ever seen and endless blue water below. it was exhilirating.

and before everything could register in his brain, he felt no ground under his feet. ah he was in air !! floating ? he was tired but now he was resting in those invisible arms. he closed his eyes. he was tired, a heavy feeling in his head. there were moments when he felt irritated for no reason, frustrated that things werent going his way. sometimes he felt bad, thinking about how people will react ... he cared a little too much or maybe he didnt. maybe he hurt people a little too much. he wanted his mind to be simple , uncluttered , uncomplicated .. he wanted to feel like now .. there was no feeling. he was gently swaying in the air from side to side... feeling very smug. the sun kept him warm enough, the trees kept him pleasant , the birds sang .. and he felt light .. he felt uncomplicated ... he was descending slowly to the vast expanse of water. it was blue , the sunlight bounced off from the surface , glittering sparkles , it felt serene ... and he hit the water.. the fluid covered him completely in no time at all. he vanished into oblivion. he no longer existed above the water..

the alarm rang and he woke up. it is yesterday once more..

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

a thing called home

he woke up with a start, his mouth felt really dry. slowly all the silence was filled with noise and sounds all around him. he felt dusty, sweaty and uncomfortable. as he lay on the ground and slowly opened his eyes he felt the green grass comforting him underneath. it was cold, but not really colder than what he felt. as he adjusted his eyes to the world outside he saw people packing things, some already on their way. some people eating a little bit of food which was supposed to last the entire journey. the sun was bright, the mountains glorious .. the valley in front of him magnificent. but that was all that seemed positive. he turned around his back and saw what they had left, left behind ... the thing that was home for so many of them now abandoned, torn apart, fleeing to a different place.

slowly he got up, the weight of his backpack which was still hanging around his shoulders tugging a bit. as he took it out he reached for the cask of water, a few drops to quench his thirst. that strange taste of the teeth which he so despised remained as a result of not brushing for the last couple of days. but atleast he could look forward to better days, a better life. hope. he sat and rested and looked at himself, dirty thing hands. his legs didnt have the strength they used to have before. months of curfew and insecurity didnt help things. he was still in the clothes from his class at the university but not recognizable. the black shirt he wore to signify the protest, the ragged blue jeans with stains ... now torn a bit and all soiled. he ran his fingers through his hair, not smooth as they once used to be ... dry he even flinched when his fingers got entangled in that long hair. he was lost. he was away. he now had given hope to find his family and friends, even a recognizable face in this mass of humans. he felt all alone.

but he had to carry on. there were small children running here and still oblivious to the pains of life, oblivious of what had happened to them and their country. the joy on their faces after being finally set free, not fear but joy. it filled his heart with hope, true the life that he had known till now was destroyed. all that he had was no longer his. previously he had a passion, he lived for a reason .. now all that seemed meanigless. only what was left was his ideas, his principles, the truth and his human emotions. he had to go continue on with hope and find a new place to live. life suddenly seemed hanging by the thread, while once he was merry without a care drinking and dancing now it seemed so insignificant. there were no words .. he moved and started walking to a place where he would now call home.