From the pen-APN
A lamp was glimmering somewhere but
its light was visible to me in the night. It was a starless night and the
atmosphere was humid and the soil was wet because for two days it had rained
continuously.
The glowing lamp’s hope , the dark
night’s despair and the teary rain’s anguish were somehow whispering my life’s
tale.
I was standing inhaling the smell
of wet ground and listening to the mixed sounds of so many nocturnal insects.
In the shrill noise of those unseen creatures and in the thickness of darkness,
I was experiencing a fleeting night, which would soon end, heralding a new
morning with some sunshine.
As I internalized my attention to
read the scars on my own heart, to my surprise,
I discovered no scars but some burnt out whitish ash all ready to manure the
substratum of my heart with more feelings, with more compassion and more
humanity. And the ash was nothing but my burnt out memories arising out of an
unhappy relation.
Fixing my eyes in the distant
starless dark sky, my lips produced a faint smile and a thought-wave crossed my mind bringing a
conclusion that “she was nothing but a
strong fire and she burnt me like hellfire.
But, lo! I was not killed and the remnant dusty ash deep in my heart is but a
sign that I am now a purified one- free and blest, like a winged creature
chasing the morning sun.”
The night had passed and a smiling
sun was rising in the east sky.
