Saturday, June 9, 2012

Sereneness


This is the story of meeting serenity in the most unlike of circumstances. Beauty drawn from within, incomparable to vanity though more attractive and flamboyant, the irony of life prevails.
Such is the existence of the human race.
Life by the mountain side, the luscious green as far as the eye can see, the sun’s rays sparkling through the thick green, as though ornamented by a diamond necklace from above, streams flowing down the mountain resembling tiny pieces of mirrors sparkling in the sun. Shack by the stream side, shadowed from the sun by the mountain line, dewdrops still resting on the shrubs and the  smell of dying coal keeping the shack warm, chimney puffing its last breath as the sun creeps out from behind the mountain, that  eternal source of heat.
The wooden planks beneath his feet creaked, the kettle whistled, the smell of coffee intoxicated his nostrils with the sense of a bright new morning. Stepping from the warmth of his shack into the gentle mist and wet grass, he longed for the presence of a living being to commune with, though he never lacked silent creatures for company. Their silence meaning more than a million empty words he'd heard in the metropolis, though never missing its vanity all he wished for was a companion whose presence would comfort the silence of mountains.
The roads crowded with people marching silently but steadily back after a day's work amidst the burden of travel in overcrowded buses of an ever growing but never ceasing economy was gruesome.
A lone one walked the dimmed streets careful not to trip on the unpaved paths of the cosmopolitan; she walked past the hustle and bustle concentrating on reaching the destination as soon as possible or used these days as ASAP. Lost in a world, imagination taken over with no significant human presence in an ever crowded society, moving unnoticed, loneliness lurked the inmost of her soul. 
Resting his eyes to the early morning light, thoughts wandered, the stillness of night left his soul, as the engine roars in the background for any machine his thoughts worked inwardly causing his soul to groan for reasons which his conscious mind had forgotten as time crept by. His thoughts faded into sleep, dreams took hold, driving amidst the hustle and bustle, hurrying towards the destination passing by faces which bore age greater than reality, silence and dullness prevailed but for the occasional loud noises that resounded in the background. Out the window the only scenery was that of ruins and occasional make shift shelters, nothing moved the stillness of mind, a large noise startled but still in control he tried to steer his heavy duty vehicle out of harm’s way one more noise and shards of glass were strewn all around, ‘red’ the color prevailed. Woken by gasps for air, sweat dropping off his brow, he stilled himself the way he was taught to and moved on with the rest of the day
Thoughts crammed her mind about him, that serene face she had seen but never forgotten that one time in the darkness of the street where she saw him dropping off a friend she wondered who that girl was, family or friend or was she something more than a friend. She didn’t know much but what she knew was the man possessed a certain sereneness which she longed for. A glance and his aura spread to everyone who met him, hair combed back, eyes perfect with stillness, strong jawed. 
260 kilometers from his safe nestle, the city life brought some kind of chaotic music back into his life. He roamed the city with little less of a map or a mind, neither the lotus temple nor the tomb of one of the Mughals enthralled him. Dawn turned noon, noon turned dusk and twilight prevailed and people slowly moved back into their own little dens. The lone walked swiftly, suddenly the swiftness turned into amazement as she saw the same aura once again, she saw him standing there with no clue as to where to turn to, still composed still serene, one would think a mind with such calmness is worth envy, but none would dare to think that still waters run deep. A strange urge captured her to go say, “what is the secret of your calm face?” he recognized her from few years back the same inquisitive curious eyes which met his on an evening like this with a million questions buzzing through her mind not knowing how to prioritize or ask them. Her eyes beamed with childlike charm which made him want to introduce himself.
On a road he’d hardly travelled, to a stranger in the midst of a million other strangers would a Hi count would a name make a difference or would it be just another scam? Eyes fixed on each other, passing each other by they could not but wonder if sereneness would bring life into the lonesome and the child like beam bring company to the grim.

Rains :)


Staring into the wide open space from behind a glass box, thoughts wandered far away, immersing one in a world beyond which the eyes met. The sky was brightly illuminated by the sun glowing far and wide clouds scattered itself along the horizon, silver lining looked its best. The time had come for rains to set in, but they never came, the flora, the fauna, everything that moved, and everything that lived except that one which walked on two legs.
Who could blame the two legged species, the rains set in and water overflowed everywhere hindering their ways to and from their destinations, for those who lived in those concrete jungles, but for those who lived amongst the green, rain was always welcome for it always brought life its way as long as it did not cross nature’s limits.  Sprouts are always beautiful to the eye who knows to behold beauty at its simplest. The young ones made little boats which sailed every puddle by, the older generation praising God for his goodness in making the fruit of the soil grow, giving food to the living.
Noon passed by when a dark cloud came, just dark not furious with wrath, a cloud which carried gentleness to be showered down on the earth. The sky darkened and the heaven’s opened to pour out rain in its season, the earth smiled at the thought of being watered and it rained.
From behind the glass, all that the eye could see, was water being showered over green and concrete making no difference to either. The dusty leaves came back to life with a new aura which summer had hidden. The life of the monsoons bloomed in the fraction of a second, a new era in the ever cycling world of seasons.
The earth was full and the heavens closed up, the gentle breeze moved the clouds away giving way for the sun to caress the earth again. A few droplets declined to leave the atmosphere as to spray the rays into beautiful colors, a sight one’s eyes could not take off.
As dusk set in, the glass turned opaque closing the only window to the outer world, that of beauty and beast and all that was left was one’s own reflection, the only constant from where we learn to draw life’s beauty.