"Why is she standing there, this girl with that lamp in her hand". I kept wondering while I was drawing the far off horizon above the sea. Many a thoughts crossed my mind. The thought that maybe she was looking for something. But then I saw the light that fell on her face and I could see reflections. "A tear" I exclaimed and got up in an attempt to actually find out what was up with that lady holding the lamp. As I was going towards her, I kept asking myself the same question again and again... " Why is she standing there all alone? ". I gathered enough courage to go ask her " Is something wrong?" and no sooner did I say this that she burst out in tears and sat with her hand in her arms. And I couldn't do anything but sit with her and console her eventhough she was a complete stranger for me. She held my hand and for a minute I was a bit startled but then she started talking, which for me was a good sign..
"What is loneliness?".. she asked
" A feeling of being there when noone is".. I replied
She smiled and I thought I said something wrong yet again, but to my amazement she started to laugh..
" I needed that"..
"Anytime"..
"My whole life has been a war with peace. That peace I heard about when I was young. Inner tranquility they said. And i've grown up finding that peace. Equilibrium of mind. But silence surrounded me everytime I tried to talk. The silent echoes of being nobody. Nobody to noone. I grew up like that and one day I met him... He was everything I ever wanted, my smile, my hope, everything. And he left, left just like that, leaving behind a huge halo. A halo of mis-trust, mis-understanding and mis-take. Oh how could I have been so stupid, I never saw the other side of the mirror, that dark side under the polish. How could I have been so stupid"..
She kept talking.....
And somehow it struck me that she was in the EXACT same position I was. Just the storyline was different but the whole aura of the whole story was exactly like mine. I started talking too...
"You're an angel, an angel in your smile, an angel at heart, an angel in your completion as a human being. I don't know why but your lighting eyes give me hope. I don't know you, I don't know your name, but you are so much like me. In your stance, your hope, your pruning of mistakes. You remind me of the times I used to be in that silent corner of life penning down scribbles of decieve and cliche`s. And I salute you..."
With a tear in my eye I said...
"But I barely told you anything.." Surprised she said.
"You said so much with so little an effort , your eyes told me everything"
"Eyes?"
"The windows to the soul"...
She smiled and her smile was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen. She gleamed and stood up and held my hand accompanied me on a stroll that was soon going to change my life. She became someone I could trust, in those few footsteps. Echoing footsteps of laughter.. I looked at her and said..
"The moment of truth is here, the moment of truth is you"....
She smiled and replied...
"In my hands the memory, with me the angel with a glee, forever is my company"..
A meeting by the river proved fruitful. I changed, she wiped her tears, the sun smiled and set on a day that was tommorow.. Fictious reality..fictious reality...
Abstractness is a friend, a compatriot, a partner.It helps you think what you might not normally think, which is what i believe in.....view everything from a different angle.What i write is simply what i feel, when i feel it, and how i feel it, it's not what i'm asked to write, it's what i want to write, all my writings are dedicated to some very special people, who inspire me to write.Thank you!!
Naqsh
:The journey from start to end, the first strike of the chisel on a rock to make a sculpture!
kNuMB:Pronounced as Numb, is symbolic of the phase that transcends the physical world connecting a person with the spiritual energy of the universe. One might be numb by worldly standard but is in fact on a heightened plane of awareness, of energy and of enlightenment. All of kNuMB’s music reflects this phase, this sudden rush of energy which gives birth to music in our case and all art in general. Only art is everlasting, hard hitting and binds us all in a silent understanding of the things the artist has felt and tried to convey to his listeners.
Sometimes you just feel you were destined for greatness, and sometimes you feel as if you're good for nothing, times change, but the person doesn't, have faith in yourself, faith can do what noone else can!
Somethings end, somethings don't mean to end but they do, they just rust, fade away slowly.But then again where there is deforming there is always reforming.That is what Ibteda is all about.A new beginning, moving on....!!
