Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Happy Christmas... War is Over

Merry Christmas to everyone...

The other day while walking down the bridge leading to the boulevard facing the pristine blue/green sea, not at this hour in the evening where the sea looked a dark menacing rage, I came across Yu and Mi. Two very pretty looking kids, perhaps spending their little time together facing the sea, or perhaps they just needed time out for themselves.
             " Merry Christmas," I said.
             " Merry Christmas to you too sir," replied Yu.
I nod at the two and keep walking. The evenings are a nice time to be walking hearing the sound of the waves crashing against the breakers. The days haven't been like before where I can come by the boulevard and find a friend sitting by, someone to chat about imperfections/ perfections, the world's moved on. I moved on. But today it was about coming back to a place that I used to be about and spend some time. After a leisure stroll, around the boulevard I come to a park bench under a light which was half working, lit my face into half, right opposite of where Mi and Yu are sitting.

              " Its a nice day today."
              " Yes, sir it is. You don't come here often." Mi says as she holds onto Yu's arm tighter.
A little annoyed but forgiven, this used to be my place and now here are 2 youngsters owning the place.
              " I used to come here often, no more... Life moved on and I couldn't leave the train."
              " You moved on," Yu, is smarter than his face says him to be," Life doesn't make people move, people move life."
I had to stop and stare at this young boy. He was Yu, full of promise and life... He was me, I was full of life when I would walk these roads. The cobbled stones glistening in the moonlight would have been a great place to reminisce and think. Now its just a forgotten place where I have come to check on... CHECK ON.
We talk a bit, Yu, Mi and me. We chat about everything that we could think about. Me sitting half dark with half my face invisible to the couple. They are sitting with the light in their face and I can see a very pretty couple.
I turn around I can see that I am here for no good, looking for lost days. I had moved on. The world moved on. Nothing is the same and I would be fooling myself into coming to the same place and looking for everything to be the way they are. You move ahead in life and leave it to the next set of people, kids, our future, yours and mine to take over the space. We cannot let ourselves hold on to the same spot because then there is nuthin to share with Yu and Mi. But tonight we have things to share, my memories of the place are like their present and they shared in the little laughs of the old times. I am not much older to be thinking of moving on... but moved on alright.
               " Don't you have a home to go back?" I say, "Isn't it getting late for you."
               " No, We rather stay a little longer," Mi says," It isn't the same as in your time. There's no where to go."
i move ahead a little, my face they can see now clearly, " Why?"
               Mi looks at Yu and continues - " There's no where to go. the whole place seems to hate us. We are different. We are planning to be here as long till we can."
Do we hate the world so much that we cannot create a world safe and beautiful for the ones to follow. Do we have to keep coming back looking for a past that has moved on with us. Leave the world to the children of the future.
I wanted to tell them something encouraging but there was nothing to say because the only reason they would be there is me. I stand up and move to Yu and Mi, I look at Yu and say. "You can have Mi, you got to promise me that you will look after her."
And I turn to walk and i know that Yu will look after Mi. And I have to move on ahead with my life. My daughter has Yu to look after her.


P.S: I wish we could actually do that to our daughters and sisters today. I wish I wasn't part of this world with all the bull shit that people do these days. 

Thursday, December 06, 2012

rOllIn In thE dEEp

Pulse  racing, pupils dilated, breathing heavy... I sit on my bed sweating staring blankly into the darkness infront of me. I turn to the side and she sleeps peacefully and thats all that matters now... didn't wake her... didn't want to wake her.
It's all too clear and screaming for release but you have trained hard to keep it from bursting. In slow long breaths, prolonged to pain I regain myself and composure... Why do we do it?!? Why do we put ourselves through all this shit?!? Somewhere inside of me I can still feel it breaking through... crying for release... CALM DOWN... ITS JUST A DREAM...
I tell myself... Its just a dream...
WHO THE HELL AM I FOOLING??!!?? I am a dreamer, the Wildrider of Dreams... the wilderness always calling. this is my home... I LIVE IN DREAMS.

THINK OF EVERYONE AROUND YOU... THINK OF EVERYTHING YOU SET OUT TO DO... DON'T BE SELFISH...
brings me back to life... the breathing settled and eased out... the drums in my head a distant roll and the rider is calm. Some water and a smoke to calm me more and now I can join my lady in bed... I snuggle up and she responds... unaware of the battle in my head... thats how it is. YOU FIGHT YOUR OWN BATTLES... In the warm embrace I find sleep again, a quick check on time - I got 3 hours of sleep before its time for my daily routine to begin.
Now who would say that 3 hours are enough to slip back into a realm so different from the universe that we break bread in... BREAK BREAD IN...( Like thats the most important thing in life for us... to break bread, everything leads to can we provide at the table and we live for getting what we deserve... fighting for bread asking for bruschettas)
But anyway... no sooner did I lay my head that I get transported to a different world... A place oddly enough I had earlier been to... Haven't you ever gotten that feeling in a dream that you had earlier dreamt of it???? Well I was here again where I was half an hour or so ago, which forced me to wake up. Some dreams keep recurring as though edging you to find the message hidden in them and till you don't they keep coming. As a kid I dreamt of a rampaging bull and someone behind it with a stick, i told my mum and she understood what it meant... she said I can see. The dreams never stopped until the person i saw in the dream actually did an act that was unexpected and devastating....
But here in this place... where I had been earlier, there is no one pushing for force... I see war... I always see war in my dreams... a hidden desire to having been in the army, perhaps. But I see war, people fighting with me change... but it always ends with me left with nothing to fight with... my gun is empty, my sword turns to custard, I fight with a blow dart gun... things like that... but am always left feeling helpless and still fight on and I wake up just before I die in the dream...
Again am back at the battle field... theres a war and i got my guns trained... i have with me a friend I met on a cobbled stoned night at a boulevard staring at a blank sea... I got my buddy but my gun is empty.
Now I've had these dreams before more or less the same every time, the place and settings change... people change and so do I. These dreams keep recurring so much that one begins to wonder about the reality of things, about space about time about people... about feelings.
The dreams are always battle ridden. So then what about reality??? Are they dreams of battles not fought??? And so we struggle each day for a battle to win, with our peers, friends, family... WITH OURSELVES?!?

SO DEEP... SO VERY DEEP... And we keep Fallin...!