It Shall Be Seen

Whatever happens on earth, stays on earth. Whatever won’t, won’t. What stays, stays. What remains, are the remains of our horror of existence. There’s no end to sorrows, no end to gloom, likewise, no end to happiness, no end to bliss. Nothing is permanent, and nothing is temporary. All that we were blessed or cursed with, this year, or the previous one… or the one before the previous year, is now gone. It might come back, at times, flash like a lightning bolt, filling you up with energy: emotions, feelings, memories, happy, sad, all of this, and all of that. Memories are, all that remain, all that will ever be. One day, we shall transform into another form, another shape, just the abstract of it, and that particular form is, memories. And it shall be seen, we shall see it for ourselves.

Whatever is yet to come, anything, opportunities, chances, choices, confusion… it shall be seen, we shall see to live them all, to live through them all, leaving a sigh, as soon as it gets over, waiting for it to get over, so we can finally hurl that little hush, so the air can witness us, as a memory. A loud silence, a loud silence, and that is all our mind could comprehend, at that given time, given the choice, to embrace it. We are just our choices.

I write these words, as I was stuck in a traffic jam, almost crying to Abida Parveen’s “arey logo tumhara kia”, yet I couldn’t cry, so now I’m channelizing this void of not being able to cry in these words, as I write them, and let it out, like a gasp, inhaling sharply, exhaling slowly, and mind you, I write with an absence of hope, or despair. While I’m still here, I gotta be, and, I shall see. Is that all to me? Perhaps I could be more, more than me, more than this construct, that people think of me, and so I be. Conditioning myself as how time demands me to be. So, I am. I think, therefore, I must exist. I think I exist, but is it meant to be?

Thinking occurs to me like breathing, perhaps, that’s all of us. You, me, and us, together thus become we. And we have been through much, all our life choices, brought us here, right here, in the now phase. We used to be different, before, but not anymore, not now at least. We could be that, again, maybe tomorrow, maybe forever, maybe ever, maybe never. But at least, we shall see. We have seen whatever happened to us. Or how it should have been, but then, right then, maybe something happened, something unlikely, something we never anticipated, maybe our intuition warned us, but we were too anxious, so we did not see, or maybe we couldn’t believe, and since seeing is believing, so we should see, whatever yet is to come, we shall see to believe, to believe in the unknown, and the unknown - shall be seen.

They say, life is not a bed of roses, certainly not, and inversely, life is not a bed of thorns either. Pluck not the rose, for the thorns might hurt you, smell it not, for the rose might mind, let it be… let it be, resting, right there, in front of you, take a picture of it, but pluck it not, for if you pluck it, you take a life, and it’s not yours for taking. Do not force your will against it, for it will not be, and it shall see, and so shall you.

This year, for me, was just another year. 365 days, many minutes, less moments, but the momentum never stopped. There were troubles, and issues, and good days, good happy sunny days, and then the clouds hovered, it should’ve rained, but it did not, and I had to wait, and speaking as of now, I’m still waiting, and holding on to my breath to not let that sigh out, waiting for this to get over, so I can finally unleash the breath that I hold, unleash into the wilderness of wind. Who knows, by the time you get to read this article, it could get over, or maybe not. Is it meant to be? For if it is, then it should be. And I think I’m patient enough to wait for this anticipation, that has put me in this stimulus that I find myself. Anticipation is a curse, and so is knowledge, but not the knowledge, we are forced to believe.

At least for me, this year, I waited yet again, for next year, I’m planning to wait some more, not anymore, maybe. Maybe I need a change, maybe the times demand a change. What if I need to change, and not need a change… for, all things are not meant to be, for, it is I, and it is not meant to be, what if I’m not it. Either way, I shall see, and so shall you, so shall we. To all the curses this year has to offer us, we shall see. A very very New Year to you, happy or not… we shall see… IT SHALL BE SEEN!

Raah roki tou bhi, raah dikhayi tou bhi

Dekh lein gey, dekhi jaye gi

-          Inqalab

Shamma se shamma jalay!