Such Is the Way of the Life

Fascinated by a word ‘lofty solitude’ I, as a tall and dignified pine tree, once stood high on a mountaintop that stands there from a time remote in antiquity the unfathomable height. However, I have burned the pride of the pine tree to ashes in the sunset glow because no one ever noticed the trail after trials of hardship the pine tree underwent to sustain the self as pine tree on the summit of mountain, and, therefore, I felt offended. Bewitched by a word ‘tragedy’ I was, as a fluffed giant rock, stood on the cliff no one ever stepped on in one of those stormy night, the roaring thunders, dazzling lightening and the darkness reigns with flapping huge wings. However, unable to hold own weight any longer, wishing to mount on the back of a cloud, I tried to hold a drifting cloud struggling with tiptoed stretches. Becoming a captive of a word ‘anguish’ I wandered the wilderness with thirst under burning sun and hunger in chilling air at night. However, the word anguish was the fierce torture the whip inflicted on no one but self, and, therefore, the deep wound never be healed gives sharp pains unable to bear. I thought the word 'loneliness' becomes to me, I sat by the window counting a lot of stars in nightly sky heaving with sighs as many as the stars I have counted. I spent the sleepless night longing for an unknown love in the ripples of moonlight, the breaking surfs by the window. However, throughout a night’s loneliness I was overcame by sorrow, and became the drops of tears and heaped up to overflowing in my heart’s river, the solitary stream had nowhere to flow. For a word ‘moksha--spiritual awakening' is so awesome I roamed here and there wishing to find it the meaning of life, and when I found it, I have collected it with joy and packed it in old beaten knapsack I was carrying and returned. However, when knapsack was unpacked and found was, neither the will nor the way as I was expected all along, but full of useless stones the darkness that is darker then the raven’s feathers. After all, I think I do understand the meaning of the word ‘life’ though vague and fragmentary, now, I am standing as a stem of reed in the marsh by a river while swaying about in the wind to tattoo the word ‘life’ on my sick and weary body.