Irony of Fate

The street was always bubbling with activity. There were merchants , goldsmiths and florists trying to charm the few customers that frequent the little bazaar by displaying their wares.There was an old bearded man who always stood near one of the flower shops playing his violin and there were at least ten people around him all the time.  There was shabbily dressed  eight year old who always stood right in front almost everyday with a little stick which he can use to find his way.He didn’t go without coming there, not even on a single day, he remembered how all the songs sounded like when the bearded man started playing it.On one such  usual Day and the bearded man beckoned the little boy and taught him how to hold the violin and how to play it. a couple of months went by, the little boy learned fast, he soon covered his master when he had to rest for a while so the crowd is entertained. He looked at the prodigy with all pride, when he rested.

One fine winter morning, when the street was not particularly crowded, the little boy dressed in his best clothes came running to see his master as usual, only to not find him. The florist beckoned the little boy and took him by his hand to give him something.The violin was left on the footsteps outside an abandoned little hut. There was a little braille note- he opened it. It was the notes for the new song he was supposed to learn, and someone had signed off saying “You are on you own…”. He felt the note with his little hand. Tears rolled down his cheeks, he took the violin trotted to the bazaar, where a couple of eager listeners waited, and started playing the violin, just like his master,only what he played was a mournful melancholy for it was the only way he was able to express his sorrow.

It was pitch dark and the three little yellow lamps on the dirty damp walls of the tunnel where simmering for want of a new tungsten. There was a puny little man  standing with a pile of messily cut wood just outside the tunnel, while he kept looking out for any sign of danger, from the wild world, Gripping his Axe tight as if ready to attack anyone near him.The train passed by and the night went by, the   next morning, a little Boy came by to take a last look at his Father and pick up the Axe. Life had to go on,  And so that night near the tunnel, there stood a Little boy with  a Lantern  and an Axe .

They were laid to rest under the orange sky, On the silent Land.Two people rose up into the sky and reached the huge wooden door in the middle of nowhere. One of them was a happy bearded man and the other a sad puny little man.They smiled at each other while they waited for the door to open.

Lost Love ?!

It was 6 in the morning and I was waiting for the only train that can take me to some place where, there could be some civilization little advanced than the Mohanjadaro. I decided I’m done with giving my time to nature and trees and forests that I just want to get back to the city. There was a lonely bench next to the bright yellow board which read ‘Paikkarappatti’.

A patch of green grass with little dew drops covered the leg of the yellow board. It was as if the grass was lovelorn but was still waiting for the sun to hug it with its bright smile. I was too bored staring at the lovelorn patch of grass and waiting for its beloved, which was mildly trying to make its presence felt. I left them behind to kiss and make up.

I followed the stream which seemed to be indomitably armed with persistence to reach somewhere; someplace bigger; some place where it can sit back and relax. I reached a slightly big river which was calmer than the stream.

A little boy was standing on a small rock and bathing an old elephant. He was lying on down lazily in the middle of the river.”Turn Gaja… I need to scrub your other ear … Now turn!!!” I heard him shout. The elephant slowly changed his position, so the little boy can do what he wanted. After the whole ritual he put lots of sacred ash on his forehead, tied the little bell around his neck and walked him slowly to the temple on the shore. I went behind them. The little boy turned to me handed a candy and said ” It is his Birthday Saab… he is as old as my Father ” and smiled. I took the candy and walked till the temple. Then I realized I had a train to catch, so I reluctantly walked back to the lonely bench below the yellow board. It was getting late. Someone who looked remotely like the station master came to me and said the train was not coming and it has been canceled because of some riots. I looked around to find the not- so- dirty lonely bench again, this time it wasn’t lonely. There was a couple sitting on it and from the looks of it seemed like they were having a deep emotional conversation. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t appreciate my presence around them so I started trotting along the stream.

I soon reached the river. There were a few of those catamarans. I sat on the shore leaning against one of them and watching the river flow down, the oars Romancing with the river and fighting with it, but they never stopped being together.

The day went by … and It was time for me to get ready for my travel once again. Most of the catamarans were shored and oars were kept away from the water. I went back to the abandoned bench. The grass was lovelorn again covered with tears of dew.

I suddenly happened to remember a verse by Wordsworth

To her fair works did Nature link
The human soul that through me ran;
And much it grieved my heart to think
What man has made of man

I Went in search of nature to forget the love I thought I lost. Like the oars that keep coming back to the water and like the sun that comes back to shine on the tiny blades of grass every dawn, It is going to come back to me. Hope springs eternal and  So does Love. And So I wait- Until I’m put to rest under the benign sky when night closes in on me forever.

To Where I Belong …

Alone in the Rain I walk
With nothing but darkness flanking me,
I know not where the path takes me
Away from the blend of this monotony
Trodden with spite deceit and agony
I tread my way to
Where I belong
Where there is peace
Untainted by spite
Where there is truth
Unshaded by deceit
With faith Unshaken,
Hope Unswerving
Heart heavy and grief-ridden
The lonely road I walk
With Solitude for company…