Whispers

Closed hearts and troubled minds stirred, suffering humiliation in silence. There came by, a laid back and common man with nothing special. Great was he neither by academic merits, Great was he not by amassing riches, Yet Revolutions many he made with a sharp mind. When the world lay asleep, in Dreams of high and low births, Great was he who refused to bow down, Great was he who refused to raise above others, Shattering caste hierarchies, he declared the dawn of social equality and justice.  When streets lay divided, closed to outcasts and untouchables, Great was he who knocked down walls, Great was he who denied lofty Gods, Questioning stories wrapped in inhuman horror, Athiesm, he preached, was the new social honour. When the world made matches among children, men drinking in stupor watching women suffer. Great was he who stepped in recklessly, Great was he who aroused women and children , Saving innocent lives, breaking down toddy shops, Marched ah...

  In the middle of chaos, all ready to collapse, I stand in the midst, engulfed by dense mist. Doors everywhere I see but none ready to open. Knocking of no avail, for it is not meant to be mine Friends I see from far,  faces many and sounds vary. But far I should stay, if not shatters the friendly guise. Monsters lurk behind, changing faces with time, neither you nor I can change unseen forces that drive insane. I persist till the end, to see the fruits of confusion for every deed brought to end what it sowed, so did it reap. Words failed long before images collapsed at the back. Facts hidden deep within,  tumbled out to cascade. I am but only a mute spectator, so is everyone now.., for when nature takes its course there is no recourse.

Silence is to life, like Music is to ears. All words spoken, originate from the unspoken. The journey of life proceeds, leaving behind the need for words. For in silence do I realize, Life is only about existence.

That which is said without words Is always rich in imagination. It lasts forever and ever, Serves beyond its purpose. A life lived simple doing nothing, yet all accomplished, ambitiions none, yet achievements complete, is the eternal life. Life of the Buddha is best lived only by The Buddha himself, for he lived life his own way, not by the way of any other great soul. Empty of words and logic, Sailing along the natural path, Simplicity in thought and mind, Reveals the way to eternal life.

A six foot mass of muscles and bones, ever taken for granted till pain strikes and shakes. When every muscle tightens and the spine weighs you down, nerves crackle with pain and the brain yells out its agony. Others cannot comprehend, neither can it be expressed, but when it strikes, painful to bear, yet should be borne. Yet work should be done and life goes on, nothing can stop the body that must bear and carry on. The young face that smiles, innocent and exuberant. How can a little pain stop the care and work that she needs? As long it can be borne it will be borne, and when it can no longer be borne, leave it to decide the road.

A life of trials, always in short of green notes Followed by three long sick months. Dawned a new path, the path of knowledge filled with eight hours of joy, another eight hours of doubting words. Even coins in shortage, but forced to spend my hours in company of the rich and wealthy. Sympathy, a cruel weapon, for no match to it to inflict injury on a wounded heart. Dawned a bright sunny cheerful morn With happy tidings of a new job. Began an eventful journey of which the first came a series of roommates. Spiteful words, spit out  on roads in full glare of public view, asked to move out in the middle of a cold cruel night. Days of hardwork, food long forgotten computer my only solace praise at work the best medicine. Hardwork opened doors to a new frontier crossing two oceans to travel far. Work became an ocean filled with Sharks here and sharks there escape one, only to land in the jaws of another. Saving myself became a full time occupation Both a...