Confession

 

There must be storms in every life. Well, we all are aware of all such disasters. Still, why can’t we accept such harsh calamities then? Is it so because we are scared to face the unknown? Or is it so because we are too full of the illusions of the world? Aye, it does sound too pedantic to all of us.

As years roll away more and more, the mighty truth becomes even scarier to me. Who is bereft of such fear? Sometimes, I fail to behold the world as and when I’m too full of tears. I do, I do feel choked to speak out because of that lump in my throat.

I never even know how to combat reality. Honesty makes me confess all this. Still, whenever I stand in front of the mirror, my conscience pricks me so ruthlessly that I become bound to weep. You might be thinking why I whine like this. Actually, we all are in the same tottering boat in some way or the other. That is to say, there is everything in us; however, this life, this world and everything are grey. Things are neither wholly black nor purely white. Why? This is so because everything in human life is grey in hue. We can’t deny it at all. Nevertheless, the more time advances, the more habituated and the more seasoned we all become in the course of such grey life.

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A Fruitful Fruitcake

People say that I cannot be separated from the Christmas Holidays. Well, I do agree with all of them. As and when my aroma fills the entire household, the little children bask around me to have a nice time with my company. They laugh and prance; they dance in merriment; they cannot wait to have a bite of a fruitcake. All these mirthful moments make my cup of bliss overflow.

I know, yes, I do know that as soon as I am sliced into pieces, I have to breathe my last. Still, I embrace such demise of mine without any tears and without any fumbling. Do you know why? Just to behold the smile in every visage… Absolutely, I do love to sacrifice my life for a regaling reason.

In this regard, I must mention that whenever the bakers mix up the batter with lots of fruits like apricots, dates, raisins or currants of various kinds, cashews, almonds, pistachios, tutti-frutti and, most importantly, with lots of love and cheer, I cannot hold my tears back at all. I know that I must succumb right then and there but there is no wonder that I shed tears of joy and peace.

Although I know that I will fail to behold the next days in my life, I can embrace demise with lots of gratification and kindness, knowing that I am going to decease for a sweet and loving cause. I am sacrificial like a burning candle, but my message cannot be overlooked at all. Faith, Goodwill, Mirth, Kindness, Peace, Benevolence, Purity, Innocence, Charity, Fortitude, Mercy, Divinity and so on and so forth get mingled in my blissful death of benediction. I give up my life for better days to come every year. Hence, I do consider my death to be very much well-deserving and pretty much gifted.

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Our Selfless Mother

It genuinely makes me wonder whether we have ever given it a thought that Nature expects to be loved by us, her children, in return. She is full of affection, she is plenteous in love, and she is overflowing with kindness. Yes, as her kids, we, too, must learn how to be kind and loving.

She needs no gold, no money, no exaggeration, and no exhibitionism. All that she wants is a bit reverence and reciprocated love from us. No riches does she ever want indeed. Well, she is our mother, our timeless mother.

Have we ever imagined having our spirit set free by her on an enjoyment spree? When we are in solitude, we can get to experience it much better, I suppose. Day by day, we are getting busier, right? Still, we must confess that we are never so busy that we fail to have some time to be mingled with her.

What if we could relive the picture of a rainy day suffused with emotions and laughter? What if we could get lost in a momentary trance or imagination of listening to the ripples of the ocean? What if we could enjoy the buzzing melody of the honey-seeker bees instantly?

The world, nowadays, may be full of technologies and scientific discoveries. Still, can we ever, ever overthrow Nature? We need not show our filial love to her by means of bragging and boasting. All we need is to keep her safe and pure from the treacherous claws of man-made pollution. Like a selfless mother, she pleads to us to keep her safe, because by saying so, she wishes our welfare. That is to say, by keeping her safe and sound, we actually keep ourselves safe and sound with the hope of a better tomorrow.

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Divinity

 

Every one of us does possess a kind of divine energy or quality from the core or from the inside. We should wake our divine or heavenly force up always.

Broadly speaking, the mythical bird, phoenix, gets itself burnt into fire, and immediately then, it is reborn out of the hot ashes. Thus, we, too, can give rise to our own divine passion or our own heavenly strength.

All we have to do is to nurture it with intense love and care. Such a divine energy is composed in us indeed, though we are made of flesh and blood. When we give it a chance to work within ourselves, it gives us the source of the true meaning of life with its wand of light.

Our earthly body is like a frail place of worship that fosters our phoenix, our divine sinew, that is, our very soul. Even though we die physically, our soul is not supposed to face the demise at all.

Again, our divine force gives us the capability to create something new always. Even if we die, we will stay immortal in the world with our creation born out of our divinity which is incarnate. We must never waste our priceless time by brooding over the unwanted and troublesome matters, and by falling victims to the snare of our misunderstanding. The more we listen to ourselves, the more do we acquire the free spirit to understand how to awaken our divinity from our very within.

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Abject Cravings of Snow

 

It is usually said that I am pure, that I am free from blemishes, that I am full of love and luck, that I am suffused with divinity, that I am the source of the children’s laughter at times and that I am holy and auspicious. It makes me wonder how the people can feel so cold to me even though I remain harmless to them at all. The sun is becoming hotter and hotter day after day, month after month and year after year. Well, is there anybody, please, who can lend me a listening ear? I feel so hopeless, I have become helpless and I am going to lose my life by melting down and then raising the level of the marine water. How can these human beings be so ruthless and so unkind? I need help. I do desire to live. Is there anybody, anybody at all? I have provided lots and lots of fun to the children every time they come to me. Sometimes, I take a trip down my memory lane. That virtual expedition makes me feel a bit well. I can still recall the children making snowmen with me. They used to make balls with me and play together. Are there no such days? I want no global warming at all. All I need is a bit of innocence and love for everyone.

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The Resentment of a Marine Mind

 

There may be diversity; there may be disharmony all around the globe. However, everyone must acknowledge that I am an authentic epitome of unity or harmony. I feel so confident to be composed of little drops of water indeed. Yet, people do call me ‘brackish’, but I wonder how they can forget so easily that it is I who is the primary source of all kinds of salt. Broadly speaking, salt brings the actual taste to each cuisine. Living under the azure canopy, I roll my ripples time and again. I have to remain an eyewitness of people’s family and love. They bathe in the foamy waves; they make love in front of me; they spend amorous moments all together. But how can I forget my celibacy? Whenever I witness such moments of love belonging to the others, I can’t hold myself back from feeling so lonely full of constant commotion that is spoken out through my roaring and restless ripples. I convert an ordinary place to a magnificent tourist spot. I sometimes laugh at myself silently. Why? That is so because of my loneliness. How painful my life is! I can only provide lots of gaiety to the others, but never am I given anything at all as a gift. When the sun goes down, when the tourists are about to leave the place, I feel more pricked. Yes, they add insult to my injury again and again. Sometimes, I get so annoyed and so infuriated that I become monstrous, heartless, harmful and disastrous. Well, I have to be so; resulting in, I take the guise of tsunami.

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Words from the Mild Mountain

It is commonly said that I am of a very grave and sombre nature, but how can this be accepted when everyone acknowledges that I echo every word? People were, they are, and they will be there to defame whoever they want. Although they are taught that they ought to get themselves rectified time and again, they never receive the lessons. They never desire to learn anything patiently. However, it feels a bit relieving to me that there are a few exceptional people who do just the opposite to the common people. Consequently, they have to become cornered by the so-called human society. Anyway, optimistically speaking, I do love resonating to the words that are born out of pure reverence and true love for me. I, too, am a part of Nature. Lots and lots of tourists come to visit me every day. I sometimes am adorned with waterfalls that glide down the valleys. Well, I am resolute enough to live in peace, because, regardless of what people think of me or speak about me, I still remain unperturbed always with a happy smile that can be visible only to those who love me and try to hear my voice. Moreover, the white snow, when it comes to meet the dazzling sunlight, feels me up with tender emotions. I smile, I shine and I sing the songs of life.

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