I saw a bird resting on the balcony grill;
Twitching its neck right and left;
singing in the middle of the night and..
wondering where the humans have gone?
The bird was peeping inside the window,
and then flew to the other balcony,
sung again the melody which was an alien to my ears…
As if, the bird was calling its flock to sing along and wonder where the humans have gone?
The bird was desperate to witness the terror it felt all these years.
It was not ready to accept the sudden peace.
Then, the wind came and the bird flew with it..
They both were dancing and singing together;
swiftly swaying the leaves from the street..
And, played with the dust of the road.
While I can feel the desperation of silhouettes moving in the balcony of every house..
The bird and the wind were wondering..
Where the humans have gone!
I remember how the night has always been my refuge; how even during my darkest times it illuminated my soul. I still remember the days when I used to stand still while staring into the nothingness of sky for hours. It used to calm me even when I wasn’t even aware of the feeling of having a ball of fire inside. I always thought this darkness has all the answers which I wanted to know.
Every night was a story for me, with or without stars. Even those twinkling little lights never took away my attention. I enjoyed the night even when it was filled with darkness or bathed in the white light. The only thing remains constant that still during my hard times, I don’t want a night to end.
I still remember during my childhood, I used to frame stories in my head while staring at the windows of every house around me. I still do it often. It feels like by writing my version of their story, I get connected to them more than I would have done by interacting. It is weird though. I love staring at those dimly lit windows in the night. It just gives my imagination a feather which I suppose will never get when everything is precise and clear.
In the night, the sky looks more happier and serene to me. It intensifies the beauty. Even the darkness glows more in the night. It has a place for everyone. It accepts everyone and let them be their own versions. There is no need to pretend and put the mask to get fit into this world. It will accept you in your purest form and even let you discover your darker self.
I love looking at the deserted places and abandoned buildings as if they are waiting for my presence. Sometimes, I feel these nights wants to tell me a story that no one has ever heard. Still today, whenever I feel my thoughts are confiscating me, I let myself dwell into the darkness of night. I let myself sink into the music it offers. And then I exactly know what I want from this life.I want to wake up and face every day, I will fight all the battles for these beautiful nights.
Maybe this is what we needed..
A halt in this life..
Silence in between the uproar.
Maybe this is what we wanted..
To spend an afternoon while watching the trees shedding their leaves,
And twirling its branches in a fine Spring afternoon.
But, this is different.
we all are here..
We are being quarantined from the world…
Caged in our own homes,
Afraid to even breathe in the same air.
It is terrifying.
Some of us are alone more than ever.
Watching sunrise and sunsets from the balcony..
And praying while one more day ends.
Maybe this phase was destined for all of us.
To find the lost compassion inside us.
To find ourselves more ever than before.
The whole world is praying and healing together..
More ever than before.
This time will restore our faith in the world we have..
this time we will feel closer without proximity.
This time we will find ourselves in between the distances.
Maybe, then things will change.