You (Amit Kumar Singh) will always remain in the realm of my imagination, knitting around the fabrics of my echo space. You never gone, and will never leave this vast wilderness (universe). You left this material world, but your energy is around. You perished your mass in pursuit of chasing the speed of light to feel the preternatural sense of time in seconds for a typical human day. However, I am happy that you escaped the world of pain and suffering, which you never realised. And, I firmly believe you had superhuman capabilities. Though you knew you wouldn’t stay here for so long. The way you played in your ephemeral existence is inspirational when many weep on trivial issues shrugging off the fact that they are at least respiring healthily.
I feel blessed that I had the privilege of being your roommate for four memorable years and almost a decade long friendship. You never took life damn serious and always believed in now as this very moment a gift so stop criticising for what you don’t have, and I admire this spirit. You had a rare heart problem, but you had a big and generous heart which is uncommon in this illusionary world of deceit. There is nothing permanent in this world, and our existence is so fragile, a sudden boom and gone. We are merely a speck of dust in this infinity. You never had luxury of time to live it so badly.
With you now gone, my determination to achieve what I dreamt of and that what I shared with you is getting stronger. And, your energy will propel me to do so. I remember when the world stood against me, you were there by my side standing shoulder to shoulder, trusting and, encouraging me.
Now, I will rest my words lest my throat gets sore and the heaviness of my emotions blur everything around. You were never gone, my dear friend…
(The author’s one of his best friends and a roommate unnaturally left this world on 15th January 2019, had he been alive he would have celebrated his birthday on 13th September)
All creative thinkers and writers embody a split personality. But in no way do they portray a false persona. The closer one gets to them more astonishing they appear. At times they get bombastic in depicting the duplicity of this world. But who are they? Fascinating, aren’t they? These creatures create a facade to indulge with worldly desires, sometimes up to the level of amalgamation. But they never lose their mind and always know what, why, when, and how? And, slyly sneaks amid all the commotions, to enjoy the date with self. They seek inspiration in doing to understand the vagaries of human life by injecting themselves as a test specimen.
In whichever way you leave them, you may always expect the best out of them. Even in plucky moments, their engraved feelings carved out in anger and frustration may seem beautiful. Or their splendid narration of a love story maybe just a figment of their imagination. A writer lives in his world of metaphors and remains secluded only to infuse every corner with his thoughts. And at the end, after playing the other side of his character while savouring every moment of life. He finds himself in the reflection of his thoughts. A writer never dies, nor he lives alone, he leaves behind his imagination in an illusionary world.
Few drops of rain stimulate some unusual sense of calmness. The eyes soaked in god-knows feelings on numerous monsoons, but this was magical. It was a hot and humid afternoon. And under the topsy-turvy ride of thought process, the weather never seemed soothing. The day was passive, and I gradually fell listless until I served myself an evening-tea. In my indolence, I sat in the balcony and with the last sip of luscious cranberry apple tea. The weather indeed decided to fill my heart with utter serenity amid thunderstorms. Nature, at times, appears to be ruthless, but the dawn of a new beginning usually celebrated on callous culminated nights.
In a matter of minutes, the city’s hustle-bustle vanished in the downpour. All the creatures took shelter in their safe-haven and sat on vantage to savour the moment of bliss. And as soon as the shower splashed my face, the sparkling smile under the magnificent lightning rejuvenated the languished soul. Nature appeared to be complimenting it with flashes. The dribbling droplets down the body, reinvigorated the mood. And made me realize, however, worst the situation, nature has all the power to heal any wound. We can only appreciate the light if we see the darkness. Thus hold on to all the moments of pain and pleasure since nothing lasts forever.
When you go sail on your will and instincts, all the dark energy awakens and make you realize at every moment, being realistic is more important than to dream. That said, you start doubting yourself and may detour. But believe me, just ask yourself and go with the flow. However, something which sounds obnoxious in the first place and doesn’t incite that gut feeling must be taken care of. But unleash yourself, walk through the lightest and darkest alleys, trust your instincts. Maybe the world will never accept you, or you may go wrong, but every time you lose yourself, you will find a home in your heart.
It’s hard to believe for people that how you can be so right while being nurtured in a malicious, lusty, and materialistic world of short term pleasures. But remain what you are; people will rob your emotions, test your patience, and think whatnot. You should never stop believing in yourself and try to accommodate. If their heart has been tarnished and rubbed under the illusionary world of desires must not hold true for you. That, however, doesn’t mean you were untouched by the ethos of this world of showbiz. The world tried to steal a part of you, but every time you smacked on their face knowingly or unknowingly. Your soul has always been taken care of. As your desire for metaphysical expansion was so high that all the negative energy imbued in nothingness.
Crumble & crawl
Or in a brawl
Curse me for the sins, you think
Took a toll
Dark & gloomy
Alleys never bloomy
You think it's a sham
I call it double whammy
Wax & wane
Love to sustain
The fire, in bloody vein...(SRS)
These natural forces will strip you down to your soul and make you realise how vulnerable you are even though it may leave you unpunished but will you remain untouched and unharmed from the nasty and creepy thoughts you sow in your subconscious mind….?
The night always gets darker and darker when it approaches dawn. Although, it meekly unfolds the incredible sense of trepidation and excruciatingly tests one’s conviction. I look up the sky and watch the stars burning bright till it gets smothered in the brilliance of the sun. Everything that seemed horrible in the absence of sight and chatter of the mind, rejuvenated with the chirping of birds, blended with an earthy smell, and pervaded in the gust of wind. Now, however far I see, I drench in life’s symphony after my cryptic cacophony.