When It All Ends ...

once upon a time there was a child ... humble, meek and a little shy ..
this world seemed so little to bother him .. he lived each day.. on a
daily basis ..
life was magical for him ... because he cared so little ... so little
about it ..

"pay no heed to the things that might bother you and those things
would never bother you at all.. "
this was the motto he had in mind .. and yes .. he was right .. unique
in his own ways ..

one day he realised that the world was a beautiful place ... the
worldly things suddenly seemed to look fascinating for him ..
he was falling for something ,... something he had never ever felt he would ...

it's hard to believe in the abstract when we see the material is,
otherwise, beautiful ...
the realisations he had were incredible and yet he was from their reach..
he kept on visiting religious places, trying to find the right
spirit, the right path .. that could lead him to them ..
he tripped, he fell .. and yet he continued .. the journey .. all by
himself .. all alone ... in search of that one single power ..
in whose hands rests the world .. and to request him to grant him his wish ....

a handful of dreams, a bouquet full of wishes .. that's all he
possessed ... and those were all he wanted to see them turn to reality
..
he was left alone .. when he needed someone to hold him .. he was
trampled over when he wished to walk along ..

he was chosen when all doors were closed ... and he was trapped behind
one when the doors re-opened ..

but there was one good thing in this guy .. and that was .. his Lord
never left him alone ...
he could feel His presence .. whenever he saw solitude ... whenever
his eyes were moist ... and whenever the world turned it's back
towards him..

he kept going .. on and on .. wishing for something ..a promise he had
made .. that he had taken an oath ..
his job was to reach there .. along ... holding that hand ... that
hand he had promised to hold ..

he was trying to find ways to keep holding on ... revealing himself
slowly and steadily ..
cautious enough not to vomit out everything at once ...
he took time ... time enough to reach there ...


prayers ... prayers ... and prayers ...
those were all he had ... and he knew they would bear fruit ...
fruit ... not for him ... but for the one he had been doing it for ..

real treasure lies in what is done but not known ...
so abstract ... yet so real ..

but .....
he had to end it all .. keep away from that life.. . just to keep that
smile alive ...
just for the "sake of god" .... just for keeping that life safe..
which was once his only priority ..


Life -- a slit piece of cloth ...

--
hamza ..