Sunday, March 11, 2012

“Where is Johny???”


“Where is Johny???”
Running wild with his jacket lying on the grass, as if he felt free from the frozen world and wanted to fly high to touch the shy. The sky unlimited, full of dreams. I had just came down to sit to have my lunch in the park, in the first spring of the year… felt the chirping on the birds, the flowers out, stretching out to show their faces full of fragrance… Many folks already playing cards and such so basking in the sun, the sun so been a teaser for the last few months and would be so angry for the coming months, but despite all these being at the helm of trying to outdo each other, it was little Johny who got my attention…. Maybe for the simple reason, he wasn’t looking at me, an established businessman, wearing an Expensive suit and the Rolex watch, perfect times... His free flow of flying around and kissing every beauty, from the flowers to the air to the folks playing cards to the couple so entangled in romance by the bush… Or maybe I didn’t why, and to know how, this curiosity made him the hero for the moment, the moment I wanted to sit peacefully and have my sandwich and flaunt the thought, my parents got to be so proud of their child, traveling the world, making money, money the world so now….
Sandwich… yes, I think he made me realize that my life and for the matter the life of all around is like a sandwich, all bound together within the two breads of life and death and waiting to be eaten up and hoping it tastes good… but then what was he, why can’t I figure out Johny in there… have I lost my senses or am I too drenched in the struggle so around that have gone stupid… was I in the phase of depression and seeing all this with bewilderment??? Shook my head and poured the sauce from the packet so along, and as I made my first bite, the first thing I tasted was the sauce…. Wait a minute… could Johny be the sauce???
Naa I have gone stupid… and along sipped my coffee…. Wait a minute could Johny be the coffee???
Damn… I’m sure getting scary for my life… and turned my back towards Johny… I’m for sure wasting my precious time… Time that is Money… And as I smiled, a young girl just passed by returning the smile… Yeah this is life… Life full of passion and Desire… I’m desirous to life… The life so around… Life I can afford, can buy the luxuries… Luxuries my Money can buy… As I was about to take my next bite…. A ball came and hit my feet…
No… No it could not be happening… that was Johny’s ball, the ball he was playing with… why it came to me, why now, when I had turned myself away from his world… why my so complicated beautiful and powerful world of money was feeling threatened… I should crush this ball… its spoiling my sandwich… my coffee… my Spring… yes Johny has no right to Spring out at this moment… wait, I will turn around and shout at him… He has no right to enter my life… yes I will threaten him, maybe sue him… Yes… He is the terrorist in my life… Yes he is, he has terrorized my Spring… This moment… The moment I have bought for myself…. Thinking so with anger I turned around….
What….  wait… what… no… no no no… Wait it can’t be true… Where is Johny???
Where did he go… why did he go… He has done it again, he has taken my right to be angry to scold to shout to… to slap him to thrash hi, for terrorizing my moment,,, Yes he is the Terrorist…. O God what is happening… I’m going crazy… no… I’m crazy… I’m an idiot… a fool making fool of people every moment… no I’m… wait but where is Johny??? I have to find him… find him to know… but he is just a small child… what can he tell me??? Never mind… I have to find him….
Got up and left my Sandwich and tea there, just the ball in my hand… Johny’s ball… my palm sweating, holding it… No… no no… Now his ball is making me sweat… Why… O God… How I wish Johny be Ok… What… O yes he better be ok for me to scold him, to kill his freedom…. Freedom I had bought… Yes I have bought….
Just as I reached along the roadside, saw a taxi zooming away… Johny was in it… He had tears… Oh no… They have taken my Johny away from me… Who are they… are they kidnappers… What am I thinking… Yes they may be kidnappers… Wait, that old man is there who is waving to that car… Such a filthy looking old man… He maybe the kingpin of child molesters, kidnappers… Let me call the police and get him arrested… He has kidnapped my Johny….
The old man turned… Oh no he has seen me… Don’t worry I’m young will over power him… What if he has the gun… O my… I better call the police… O no… he has seen me… he is walking towards me… what should I do… where should I run… No… I can’t run… I should act as if I know nothing… Yes be calm… I have to be calm… But how can I… he is walking towards me… I have to face him… Ok… Ok… Ok… Let me face him…
Wait a minute he has tears in his eyes… What… maybe I’m seeing not right… No… these are tears… He is in front of me…. Looking at me… Ok Ok Ok… I’m also looking back at him… let me smile… yes I need to smile…. The old man is looking at my hand… O God… he has seen the ball… Johny’s ball… Damn… stupid me… now I’m exposed… what should I do… He is raising his hand… O God he is gonna hit me… I have to run… But my body is frozen… as if frozen with fear…
The old man has taken the ball from me… and smiles… wiping his tears… and looks at me… I better ask him where is Johny… O God I can’t speak… I’m all frozen… God Help me… they are gonna kill Johny.. or cripple him… Help me God… Help Johny… Old man is speaking… I can’t hear him… No I gotta concentrate and hear him…. Yes I can hear him…
My son has been promoted and transferred to the other city… they had a flight now… Johny was crying for the ball… He will come back in winter vacations again… Hopefully he will remember his ball… Thank You Sir…
Saying so he took the ball and left… I still can’t walk or talk or anything… But for sure, this family is a terrorist family… They have robbed me of everything and terrorized my life… They have taken away my Johny… The Johny I wanna kill so… has been taken away from me… The Rolex has stopped ticking… The suit can’t cover me… I’m stark naked… I have earned nothing… I can buy nothing… I have lost my Johny… Johny so I wanna kill…
Where is Johny????

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

“Stay”


“Stay”
Eyes are burning, Night so dark… Dark is the hour, needed heart… We may come, we may go… Life so play’s, emotion’s flow… Hounding hard to pounding harsh… Harsh the world the World so ours… What has stayed and what has not, matter of the heart and the broken flask… Flask so strong holding high, the flowers so dipped in the aroma fights… The sticks so long, dipped for more… Windy nights and the stormy thorns… Bleed so thus, tears so pure… Purifying the soul so crushed… Should I stay or should I not, give me strength to crush the rest… The power so Him, the Source as me… The lines so drawn, the eye can’t see… The I so high drifting eye… The focus so out, hazy so… We may come, we may go… Life’s so hard, Test’s us so…  Pumping up and thumping down, Flow of emotions upside down…

Friday, March 2, 2012

“Love Shaken… Soul Stirred… Bond… Bond’s Blinded”


“Love Shaken… Soul Stirred… Bond… Bond’s Blinded”
Buds Sprouting out, Issues getting melted… Innocence so born with, getting matured, taken out of the Flask… Flask made of Glass, covered with Steel… Every morning the Tea is poured, Flask bears the heat… Tea so consumed, still burning… The warmth so felt, Love Defined… Words left untouched, Said a lot… The Aroma the taste, dip by dip enjoying each and every sip… Shaken so, the body springs out of Death… Morning Arrived, The day follows… Shaking so the Smile, Stirring the Soul… Getting sucked in, Tea arrives in the Flask… Flask is new, Tea is New… Flavor changed, Lips still the Same… Afternoon, Evening follows… Shaking to the Sweat, Stirring the Soul… Ready to be sucked in, Words are Spoken… Spoken so, Echo’s of Silence so lost… Soul is lost, sitting besides… The lover so true, Bonded to the core… Sun so pure, Blinding to the Core… Broken so thrashed, Tea arrives… Flask the same, Aroma the same… Arrived back home, home to the dead… Crickets Sprouting out, Issues getting heated… The Bond so Bonded, Bond’s Blinded…