The wave of life
A multitude of obstructions
can disrupt the tiny wave of life...
One such hitch at times
thwarts the wave's existence
depleting its amplitude
straightening it out,
like a line drawn in water..
Still the ocean remains
as mighty and wavy as always,
oblivious to the fate of
any one of its infinite waves..
The Universe stays as expansive
and enigmatic as ever
insensitive to perishing lives..
But when you see
the shadow of Death
on a screen in front of you
the very first instinct is to
cover your face and hide,
holding onto the fragile life
hoping sophisticated machines
handled by an army of experts
could keep him away..
You know that is futile..
For he can pick you up
from any crowd ..
No hiding from him ..
He has infinite number of
devices in his armoury
that operate in levels, both
microscopic and macroscopic..
He strikes with any of those
whenever he chooses to,
walking in there, doing the work
and walking away..
When I saw him there ..
just behind the screen
patiently going about his business...
I wondered what it was about?
Spiritual or physical?
Soul or body?..
I couldn't quite make out...
I thought of things...
Things that would happen
when I was gone...
The void that I would create ..
In the minds and lives of the loved ones...
I considered them one by one
and tried to analyse the impact
in each of their lives...
I should agree...
that I saw lots of tears
and sorrow all around ..
Envisaging those tears
made me tearful...
But when I looked beyond ..
I saw them moving on ..
accepting the inevitable...
Time, indeed the healer ..
I thought of all those
unfinished works to be done .
dreams to be realised..
mistakes to be corrected...
before I go finally... with him ..
As I was standing there
lost in thoughts and emotions
he stood up and left..
I stood there wondering
when would he come back ..
Then I realised...
How indifferent I had been
to the rhythm of my breath...
How did I take for granted
the murmur of my beautiful heart!!!
I stood filled with gratitude
and promised my body
that I would live mindfully
from then on...
Did I hear a little smirk...
A little beat missing somewhere..
Whispering 'hey, heard it before'..
Yes, I made this promise
year after year, as part of
my new year resolutions....
and ......
You know what happens
to new year resolutions ...
But this time it's different...
You don't see the shadow of Mr. Death...
every now and then, right?
Preetha Raj
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