When love steals life, you dont have any option said an old man, sitting at the corner of a street. I converged my attention to these words which an old man was mumbling. The old man seemed swayed by some strange force. Of disposition he seemed an old forbidden trace of some family, his long scattered hairs depicting dearth of caring hands around him and his coverings were revealing extinction of human beings around him. I approached him while I begged excuse from my friends busy in cracking jokes and lifting laughter. I went to the old person and asked; Old man! What on earth reversed human evolution? Though I intend not to be disrespectful but I reveal truth and that is my art and profession. Old man was unmoved by my words and continued mumbling to himself. I inquired again and then again, but he was lost perhaps. Thereafter I placed my hand on his shoulder. At this he raised his fallen head and peeped into my eyes deeply and then he laid his head down again. I was surprised with this strange behavior but still out of curiosity I asked; Oh old man speak! For the strength in you can not sustain silence. At this old man replied; Do you have ears to listen or heart to accept and believe? It was quite an unusual question but I nodded in positive. Then he said; The days when colors bore their meaning and when songs rhymed with my soul; I was in love. But her heart was, perhaps, of stone and her body of wax. My feelings could not move her heart but my passions and desires could melt her body. She was mysterious and perhaps her mysteriousness captivated me for long. She would neither halt her quest to wait for me to wait for me nor would she speak until I gift a question. But the day came when she had to leave for her destiny; as she thought, was standing in front of her. So she left and after few months, she returned back. The old man stopped and looked into me again. My curiosity was vivid for he was drenched with passion and an unknown fear. At this moment my friends had come to join us but he served them no word. He started drawing his finger into the dusty ground as if he intended to draw some sketch and he wrote; tired. One of friends asked; Sir! Shall you bless us your memories for we have attained little? The old man smiled and continued; That girl now would be an old woman but she, for me is still the same young girl. I never let nature deteriorate her. I have preserved her for eternity if we believe the human soul is eternal. When she returned back after loosing the one she wanted to adhere. I went to her and said; I have not expelled you from my corridor while your heart erased the last traces of my being. The illusions are haunting me; for my sight reveals you in all four corners of my vision, where ever I headed I found you as my ultimate destiny. My senses entertained not save your gestures and words; echoing in my hollow being with ever increasing intensity. Whereas cruel you are my dear1 or perhaps you are ignorant. For you do not hear my callings and do not see me waving hands just in front of you. You just keep going your way. It seems as my vision breathes you and I for you never existed, even physically. But she as ever smiled and said nothing. She went away again and this time she never returned back. While she left me; mumbling her last spoken words. I was a bit surprised that how a person with such intense feelings could still remain pregnant of it, and how someone could ignore such a pure love! I was totally interwoven in the thoughts of love and world. Meanwhile, one of my friends said; But sir! You said she spoke nothing as ever. The old man replied; my child you did not understand. She spoke; she spoke silence. Whenever I am lonely, her words creep into my senses and I am refreshed with her memories or perhaps illusions. It was but beyond my understanding. So I said; you talk insane, for human cant love so profusely. To see your love and hear her words even when she meanly abandoned you several years before. Human being believes in the things that he can touch and sense; he does not abide by the hunting illusions. So old man, you have perhaps misled your journey and you dont have a way back, unfortunately. The old man instead of getting angry, stood up and with a cold face replied; Dont say a word about her. For to love her was my choice and to leave me, was hers. And be sure to it is more humane to let the people have the liberty of their choice. You said; insanity is my name, but, as a man loves to be happy which is not dependant on wealth, friends or property but of his self-chosen priorities. But child! You do have an ear to listen but you lack a heart which can feel and sense purity. So go away and search for the wisdom of your existence yourself. Surely, we do have different codes to decode. GOD blesses you all! After these words, old man walked down the street into the dark, leaning a bit forward due to his old age and mumbling to himself due to his retained age. We kept watching him with strangeness as he walked; while he would take the first step then would drag the other to meet the first one. He had some medical problem or perhaps he never could see two of the passengers advancing to same destiny and still never meeting each other in a quest to attain it earlier. So were his heart and mind merged together, for his soul was drenched with satisfaction and peace. While he almost disappeared, I out of strange feeling shouted, ]Oh father! Where do you go? And after few breathes moment, a voice faintly seeped into my ears and said; To my utopia; my Nirvana |
