If time can come to a standstill

I read an author say how even the experienced gray haired do not think for even a moment if the so called truth that ‘Life goes on’ is in reality a truth or if it is a false made true by repetitively terming it to be true, thereby manipulating and corrupting the not so secure data stored in the unbounded memory.

A few minutes of indulgence in these interesting thoughts would reveal to one the actual truth, nourishing on which the assumed truth has grown itself so strong that even the most well built man can spend his entire life repetitively striking the hardest bark millions of times with an axe, whose every sharp edge was crafted with skill to ensure that even the strongest wood would fall before its strength. But defeat, that has no other work than to show every mortal its face has entered the scene, for it believes in providing the opportunity of failure to every mortal.

Automaton actions overpowering reasonless rejections

A distant view witnesses an image of a full jet black human armoured with broken commitments, degraded relations, long lasting sorrow, and resentment for mistakes committed in the past often dominated by self proclaimed victory of the reduction of the purest soul to destitution. Miles are yet to be covered if the inner self of that warrior is to be known, who was infusing the spirit of reality in a tender, childish heart.

Unaccomplished task was what he had returned for the burden of the enlightening job arising from the no so meaningful, often obscure remarks by others which did break him down to pieces.

What is to be explored is not the righteousness of this warrior or the other soul, but the moral decline and conflicting ideologies and feelings of the warrior.

After we having walked beneath a few star lit skies, the warrior did present his truthful self for the soul to perceive. The arms around him illusions created and secured by none but the warrior himself for reasonless reasons. It was an act to cover the truth of the glorious love in an attempt towards self deceival.

However automaton actions overpowered reasonless rejections when a slightest move towards perception of reality was made and a simple unlocking of the lips fused together since ages when an utterance did reach every ear that wished for the well being of that soul followed by a splendid welcome into the adobe build of confidence, faith, trust and love.

The greatest and the most unworthy thing that is too difficult to be executed is concealment of the real self for a desire to expose unwanted and often objectionable feeling that do exist in reality just like a speck of dust in the ever expanding universe of positive ideologies. Automaton actions provoked by the heart and its natural instincts are always seen to win over baseless sufferings and rejections.

The journey to heart breaks via happiness

Just into the alien world of unknown faces, visual delights and pleasant sounds, including the heartful laughter that expresses joy, the new born least concerned of all that is happening around him lives in his own world. His eyes still see everything in black and white, his ears are not too keen to perceive the sound of a pin striking the floor and his lips do not possess the ability to ask for what he wants.

But still his life in his dreams during the prolonged uninterrupted session of sleep, lasting for almost the entire day, witnesses a colourful life. The teddy bears and the Mickey Mouse with the accompanying Minnie to which he is accustomed to playing by now take him on a ride through the Disney land obeying every order that he issues. Harry Potter comes alive and offers a ride on his broomstick to visit the Supreme power that the parents have prayed for a long time. Grandpa Santa places in his hands loaded gifts.

The sweet smell of the chocolate cake, the scent of the flowers and the luminous candles which when lit opens into a lotus- all of these greet the child on every repetition of the day he was born. Dances, smiles, sweet kisses and hugs is what he knows. The love showered on him was so intense that he had to search for himself among it.

Never does he face any heart break- be it a mere angry glance by his parents or a defeat in a prestigious game. He knows not the distinction between success and failure. For him, these unknown words are something meant for those who need to take up challenges and not for a new born like him who hasn’t even learnt to put a step forward on his own, unsupported. Tears roll down only occasionally to inform his parents that he needs something and when it is provided, the tears transform into a broad smile.

Days, months and years pass and now he is a twenty five year old.

Joy and happiness have disappeared from his life. Misery is what has been left for him to enjoy. He has lost his loved one when rejection was what the parents have given in return for a sincere request. He has to make up his career. Stiff competition is prevalent at every place that he wishes to work at. He has been gifted neither the ‘expanse of memory’ nor the ‘jewels of wealth’. The society was reluctant in favoring such people, with age, heart breaks also did grow and love which was thought to be unbounded did break the four walls in which it was prisoned along with that little boy to fly with the greatest possible speed to another newborn.

This man, now surrounded by something not present earlier, is heard to whisper:

‘If only I was not born on this Earth...’