The Brick Wall....

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She found herself sitting under the jamun tree....

She could as well have been sitting or standing
Anywhere.....
It mattered not anymore.....

Perfect....wherever it was.....

And yet she happened to be here.....
There was a rightness about it all.....
Without a thought of who or what or where.....

Just so......

In the milieu of hundreds if not thousands...

She was just one such there...

It never bothered her somehow...how up close or far away....

It always felt like she was utterly alone even as the crowds swirled all around her...

Sometimes there'd be a discourse...
The dulcet tones would flow through the loudspeakers hoisted here and there....

She never heard a word....

Intuitively there was a knowing that it was opium for the masses....

Yet who could tell....

A word here....a word there.....

Where the chips would fall on their ears....
Was anybody's guess.....

Nor was there any saying.....
What was made up of them...

It was a brilliant panorama all around....
Festivity in the air.....

A gathering at the edge.....

Some sat around chatting and gossiping.....

Even as the ushers shoo-shooed them.....
To hold their tongues.....

And some would fight....beg...cajole....plead...for the best seats in the house...

Some dressed up to the gills on these special days...

Not that they wasn't always turned out pretty nattily on others....
But discourse days were an occasion to pull out the best silk saris...
And bright red lipstick on the lips....with just a hint of blusher on the cheeks....
Oh....and a string of fragrant jasmine I their hair...

Some would be sitting in deep meditation with no expressions on their face...

And the tears would flow down my cheeks....

And the love flowed through my eyes in rivulets through them....

Everywhere I looked.....
Everyone I saw.....

It was like looking at everything......
And seeing none of it......

Drenched in the outpouring unstoppable flow of that love....
Found myself drowning....

For too long had it been dammed up....
And the floodgates had burst open to the torrential flow....

A love that she sought from another....
Overflowed in her ...
Through her.....
Slaying her....
Ripping any ideas she'd had of herself...
Leaving her naked....
With nothing to hide....
And nowhere left to run....

And the words had no meaning anymore....

To even say what this love was...

And even as she looked all around.....
The seeker was nowhere to be found.....

The seeking was done.....

And an emptiness in her heart.....
Overflowing with the fullness of it all....

And all thoughts of emptiness and fullness fell through themselves....
Drowning in the deluge.....

And in one fell swoop...

She was gone....
And the other....
And love....

And a great joy arose.....
Unspeakable bliss.....

Where no lover had tread....
And the beloved a will-o-the-wisp....
Even as love burnt up....
A candle in the wind....

Who'd have thunk......

Without anyone having done or not done a thing....

Utterly uncaused....

She turned around and walked away....

And never looked back.....

There was no back left.....

And nothing and no one here or there....

And wherever the footsteps tread.....

The peace that passeth understanding.....

Without centre and circumference.....

Love coloured the landscape.....

Iridescent sparkling hues.....

Like a rainbow.....

There.....
And yet....
Not there.....

And flowers began to grow.....
Where there'd been a brick wall.....