Nascent morning rays kissing the dew drops floating on the leaves. The plant that stayed there calmly trying to strengthen and deepen it's roots, while its leaves are moving ahead, not competing among themselves, yet collaboratively nourishing the main body.
This was his usual time to make his comeback to the war going on around.
This plant which was a sapling few months back witnessed the event which changed 'his' life.
Two months back, at this same time, it was unusually silent. He was sitting besides his father, an old man, once strong cheek bones now sunk in wrinkles. On the bed side table, few medicines , a syringe and a pathological report were marking their presence.
"Son, you are a kind child, my suffering will be over soon unlike yours. But I am proud of you"
His eyes filled with tears, he felt choked by the emotions flooding inside him. But father was smiling. "Son, we often meet our destiny on the roads we avoid. You chose your own path, I tried to bring you back to so called mainstream but ....", A long pause due to pain in chest, but continued with hoarse voice, " ... You were born to be different."
"But why?", His patience finally gave up, his emotions overtook him. Tears , an amazing phenomenon, they are there in happiness , in sadness, they just denote the overflow of emotions, but never quantify it.
"son...", After hard coughing, old man tried to gather a little courage," maybe this is our last conversation, tell me what you always wanted to say"
He wanted to say so much, but he just cried.
That was the last time when he cried.
He woke up, and without the slightest laziness, came to the plant , and smiled , whispering, 'how are you my friend? You seems to be doing alright , did harsh sunlight burnt you too?'
Sat there, in the balcony of his apartment, poorly lit, 11th floor of the building marking the man's triumph and boosting about the technological advancements, trying to demean the nature. He looked around and grinned, as his thoughts were creeping deep.
He said to himself, "Blind Adherence is the nameless and mistaken belief, an evil that binds you with compliance. This evil is a soul-eating merchant that sells the concept of painless death - packaged, shipped and delivered exactly how and when we want it. A genius plan to restrict all your dreams and possible creations, a systematic approach to convince that you are ordinary.
Almost every day a prototype that "could-have-been" incendiary, is aborted this way. The womb was kicked by "I have a lot of pending work" and all its headless twins. And the unassuming-but-misled vices that complicate further - complacency, customary politeness- deliberately made lengthy to suffer a miscarriage of the very idea that we came to build upon, to create, to help, it is inevitable. Each node is carefully twisted and looped to give us a false sense of progress, and to kill the individuality, to cage the untamed and forbid you to walk on the wild side.
Isn't it an arrested development, a noose on the wildness within?
It won't take long when incurable poisoning from within will engulf the child who believed that this world is a beautiful playground.
I am here to call every spade a diamond because it is actually one. I am here to tell lies, lies that shape your facts. it is so odd that we strive to be even .. being the numeral 1 is what you must strive to be .. you cannot change no matter how you are operated .. you are at the roots and the pinnacles of your own doing .. strive to be that before you multiply.
there may or may not be a shape to this song. There may not be an apex to this obtuse stone. It's a series of concentric circles, each time you jump to the outer circle, clearer the picture becomes."
" I will do something about it"