My Shelter as a seed was in a dark room. I was carefree, No cocks to wake me up, no appetite to eat and drink, No relationship to think about, I was impregnable.
One fine day, light was thrown on to me, the light promising me to give the best I desire. I started my journey as a sapling along with the ray of light, holding its little finger.
Roots started laying a podium. Small leaves, big leaves, falling leaves…. So on, on small stems, built up stems, trunks……, passed many phases of life. My wants and needs and a helping hand went hand-in-hand making me not to experience the slightest pain existing.
I shed my skin and now I am a strong grownup, called a tree. Years of struggle, with a burning desire to become the true person, carried through many stops. The crucial turn with no proper banking angle is in the front. At this cute curvature, where I don’t need a helping hand, I don’t find an accepting hand too, to withstand myself. The surroundings are like no-man’s land, but the burning torch of desire asks me to lit a candle in the graveyard getting rid of the silence of darkness. I burnout with the zeal, racing towards my target. The search looks for a twinkling star in the new moon night and as the failures grow, the attempt to get acquainted becomes a fiasco. My begging eyes peep for a mirage in the dessert land, memoirs of happiness and unhappiness settle on either side of a center line.
Where I stop, when I stand, how I reach…… like the never ending world, with never ending questions………., I am still walking.
Published on
28/08/2006 15:00