The flickering
yellow lamp in that small dark room seemed like glowing for years. Lying in the
corner of the room on a mat I looked up. It is past middle of night. The
ceiling fan meandering above is puffing out fumes of suffocation. The screams
and cries from adjacent rooms is echoing every now and then. On the bed those
two eyes are still staring at the yellow lamp. Hands and legs tied down, eternally
motionless, yet not succumbing to sleep those two eyes are gazing into a world
unknown to mundane beings. Looking at that weakened body, the sunken cheeks, dry
lips, the gloom in those eyes, I was realizing what life is all about. Tears
flooding from my heart pounded on me with questions. Questions without any answers.
Each weighing a ton. I could not help, but just carry them. I still carry them.
I still ask them to the God. He too may not have the answer. But I cannot stop
questioning. Tears bleeding from my heart cannot stop questioning.
[Anniversary:
13, Feb 2016]
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