10 December 2020

Madness of Happy

While the throng rushes
Towards their escapes

I sit and ponder
Watch time pass me by

Crazy is me
Mine is a weariness
Unburdened by sorrow

I hear crescendos
While worlds are deaf
I see rainbows of 24 colours
While creatures of habit turn blind

There are worlds
Inside golden clouds
They have riverbeds, too
And still waters which reflect gold

Earth breathes, you know
If you stay still for just a moment
You will breathe
With her

Crazy is me
I belong in the indolent
Running is pointless
I would rather stay still

Calm in my wakefulness
Peaceful in sleep

I don't jump in joy
I don't cry in despair
I just stay calm
Flow in the freeflowing
Life-river

I love turbulent seas
But I live mirrored lakes
There are deep oceans inside me
But my surface is a cold sheet of ice

Crazy is me
Ever contrary
Ever reclusive
Ever inconstant, too

Skies ripple
Winds fall
People scream
But I sit and ponder

Let this life pass me by

Crazy is me
I thrive in calm

Who were they?


Empty hallways, crumbled walls, cracked floors, roofless structures. They used to be homes. Libraries. Arenas. Stadiums.

All we see now is ruin and destruction. Time. Time is what went over them.

Who were they? Those men, women and children? Pets and cattle.
Which birds nested in the trees and flew over those ancient skies? What flowers bloomed in their gardens? What fruit did their trees bear? What did they grow in their fields?

These living, breathing people walked the roads. They made cities and ran governments. They had a religion and a deity they worshipped. They had festivals and celebrations.

They lived just like us. In those houses which are now bereft of warmth and shelter. In what tragedy did the city fall? Was it war? Earthquakes? Volcanoes? Fires? Invading armies?

How I wish I could, just for a few moments, watch their life!

Visit their homes and eat their food. Live in that era. Study their customs. Wear their garb. Read their books.

What would my house look like thousand years from today? Would it even remain standing or would it stop existing completely? Will it fall into ruin, for future generations to graffiti my walls, take pictures and selfies in my roofless living room. Grass creeping out of the floor tiles. Kitchen utensils lying broken and bent. Would future archeologists study 2020 and beyond by looking inside the ruins of our homes and offices?

When I watch the ancient ruins, am I alone there? Are the ancient people still walking the earth unseen, unheard, unknown? Watching it all with wan faces and broken hearts? Or are their Souls free from their earthly binds already?

Will someone please lift this thick veil between past and present? Will I be allowed a glimpse into the past? Will I be able to look at the future?

My present is beset with bush fires, religious and political upheavals, hate crimes, murders, a pandemic, and terrorism. How soon till we are also just another civilization destroyed by the ravages of time? The pandemic looks like an innocent child, when compared to the pure hatred that humans have shown to be capable of.

The cancel culture. The misinformation. Slandering. Rumours. One community killing another. One race killing another. One country attacking another.

How long till it is all destroyed forever? How soon till we become total chaos and anarchy?

Maybe this time - oh powers that be! - finish the human race entirely. Rout us out of existence. Let the other beings survive. Let the planet breathe a sigh of relief. Let my planet breathe, finally!

We have created this pattern of destruction around us since thousands of years. Surely, someone is watching over us! There must an entity who sees what we are doing! Someone must be in charge of this Universe! Or is it just empty space and trillions of living creatures bent on killing each other and themselves?

Surely, that can't be the be-all and end-all of Life as we know it! Please tell me it isn't so!

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