To my dearest Princess with love
(A
monologue unfolded in my dream about a heart-broken lover in search of his
disappeared angel)
Sometimes,
love is not just a feeling but a choice to unite or perish completely. The
feeling of love is not anymore justified on Planet Earth since it comes along
with lot of questions, restrictions, conditions and constraints. Only when the
conditional mathematics of it all meets the required clauses and falls within
the limited boundaries, even two people who are truly blessed with god’s
natural love - meant for living beings - can end being together. Presently, such
true love never ever marches ahead to meet its deserved end, instead it meets
me – that means love becomes a loser big time. The world before my eyes is
changing without nobility which is a sad sight of pity. Love has lost its
serene dignity or in simple words there is no world for dignified love to unite
and reverse the tragic Shakespeare’s ends. Love is not felt anymore, it is
measured on a weighing scale – the balance. The ‘measuring scale’ is ludicrously
driven by some irrelevant traditions, stupidest self-built-ethics, loads and
loads of emotional blackmails and finally a person with an ever changing vague
fuzzy mind that fails to differentiate between life and living and calculates
life like money but miserably forgets that money can never be love, food, air,
peace, sun or satisfaction. Come on people, the real world now has travelled
galaxies beyond ‘Shakespeare in Love’ ancestor days while you are still
hopelessly struck with your ridiculous, pity rules made by clumsily unknowns
who I am sure even if they exist, the world will stone them to death. You can
never even answer a five minute questioning made by us based on your senseless
acts. You sick people, you retards. You change the entire balance of the world
to dirty ditches; you humiliate the ethos and serenity of this noble humanity.
You are better dead than alive. You act against the laws of nature and keep proving
that you are no worth being born as humans and better it will be if you were
lizards, mosquitoes, snakes or any other creepy creatures – at least it will
not end up being evil by acting against its nature. You just add to the misery
of the world. But please go away; the world has large enough number of
disasters already.
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| MD - An untold story |
I
have always wondered whether my life was just a dream; so here I am; and now when
I wake up years later, this reality hurts like death and I truly wish to go
back to sleep forever. When the dream were so much truthful at the same time
being lovingly graceful and now unfortunately, the present monologue living is
quite just the opposite, why the hell we need to live this horrible disgusting
pathetic pitiful and always-pretending way of life? But pity me, I am still
alive. Some divine force is still holding my last breath inside me but I
genuinely pray to the divine to let me go. Why should there be a reason to
survive a life where, to-be-slaughtered sheep and calves are way happier and content
than us – the miserable human beings? I hope only my good deeds in the past and
the commitment to my creators is the distance between me and death. Some
mathematical genius would say the distance is negligible and an aspiring
Physicist would assume that distance to be zero. What have I become? An orphan?
A handicapped? A widower? I’m clueless about myself who I was and who I am now.
And I am really not sure how those countless heart-broken people all over the
world change quite easily and start enacting a life that is worth equal to the
gutters of the cities and the butchered dirty blood of the dead. To add to the
woes, nobody speaks about these broken people who are broken by the broken laws
set by the people broken in mind.
I
have never been home. I never missed home. I have always felt my home in her
arms. She also made a promise that my face will be always buried in her arms
and I would live breathing her fragrance throughout my life. Destinies fell
apart. Always a tragedy when the love is true. So when her arms were seized, I
began finding my home in the other world. We were the happiest couple in the
entire universe until recently when she passed away. Yes, she passed away when
I died. Crazy. Isn't it? Love is illogical and dil-logical. We were pretty extraordinary in love
like the newborn children loving each other unconditionally and infinitely
filling a beautiful relationship driven by innocence and divinity. We kept
count of every moment and everyday to just realize how precious those moments
were and how eternally special we were in the entire world to be the happily
blessed cutest couple. When we were together, we weren’t two but one. The
feeling of completing owning others in love cannot match any other feeling
gifted to mankind. I wish everyone could experience that kind of feeling at
least once in his or her life to really understand how it feels. The ‘feeling’
will make us realize how blessed we are to have a life. One should definitely
see that ‘light’ in the feeling which is more enchanting and captivating than
anything in this world could offer ever. I have felt it and I wish that I
should see no more. I have become blind. Because that light is an unexplainable
paradox and all it takes us is to the carnivorous island shown in ‘Life of Pi’
where even the plants and water there feast on living beings for survival. The
‘light’ which is always rare for anyone to see takes away everything from you
starting from the primary faith in God to the learnt ethos one needs to survive
here and finally the ultimate ‘life’ inside us which binds the faith and the
soul. Losing the faith is as cruel as it gets. At that very moment even an
angel’s word to survive could be seen as a disguise. The words will not heal
the dead man since he is already gone. Feeling like going on a search for
afterlife and deciding the end is never near since there is always afterlife
like the ‘paradox of light’. Once gone, life would never come back. Love treads
the same path lovingly. True, we’re all mortals but our love isn’t. But the
world never houses mortals. I then would take my love to Demo where there is
nothing but us.
To
my dear King Princess, I owe you my life. My entirety of love rests you in
peace, I hope. In Demo, the King-Princess will always exist. They will always
love each other infinitely like the MD. They will hold hands stealing glances
and walking through the moon-lit full moon sky in the densely covered bamboo
gardens smelling medicinal leaves and listening to each other singing their
love for each other in the filled silence.
In
Demo, you both will always be the one. You will be the messengers of God and
may be at times, the GODS themselves. You will hold the face of the Earth by
your true love. You will always be remembered in the history of mankind. You
will always be the greatest loveliest couple, having walked on the face of this
earth, leaning on each other and kissing for hours and hours sharing the
eternal love, facing the giant ocean sitting on a far faraway unmanned remote
beach. You will be missed here. You will be the King-Princess there in Demo.
You will have a family with the three Ds – the princess and the two princes.
D....... D..... D.....
Hope.
However.
It is over.
I am not sure whether I will be alive to
watch the King’s rule ordered by the Princess.
Of Love.
