Among the most frequent ways men have best tried to resist
falling a prey to pain is by murmuring, “I have stopped expecting”. How
does the statement pass the honest- to- god truth test? Very simply. One can
discern that when one stands praying,submitting completely to that mightiest of
all. And we stand there on the breadline. Distanced from all that ties us the
moment eyes shut or the moment they look above. The above remains as it always
does…without a god’s particle.
A fountain of burden freezes within. We are humans and we are
made thus. Iceberg still melts, the mountain of an ogler doesn't. It stands
hard solidifying all that we intend to marathon out of.
It is not sinful to expect. It does not penalize us. But a probable
follow up of pain condenses the feeling of want. Expectations have stopped
disembarking at our respective pre- decided destinations. Indeed it aches, but
then piling up those needle pricks, we have not stopped in picking up the
terminal bud and sipping a cup of tea as regularly as we do. Did we?
Between the good- bad, will be and not be, wish-wish not
trajectories, what can be shies away in a diorama.
The dominant mortals that we are, we take it on us to keep
everything appear sans pareil. With or without probabilities,
the morning still has its signature sun rise.
