When people pass on, whether in old age or youth, by disease or accident, by chance or crime, they are broken in every way. Broken by life, broken in spirit, and if departing “before their time”, then broken seemingly by a cruel play of fate. Why then is dying called meeting the maker and not meeting the… breaker?
Are tortured so
Because they listen
Not to the ways of the world
But to the whispers of the soul
In India, a pedestrian – I read somewhere – has to be a ninja. All alert, all the time. For speedsters can come from anywhere. The wrong side of the road. A one-way. The pavement. From the front and back… at the same time.
Forget ninja. I think, to survive on foot on Indian roads, you need to be very, very religious. You need to pray a lot at every crossing.
Or, you need to be a sparrow. Small. Nimble. Fleet-footed. Fleet-winged. Alert. Accompanied by even more alert wingmen. (I notice the pun only now.) This of course is only till the day Indian riders and drivers figure out a way to come from where no speedster has come before – the sky and below the ground. Then, sparrows are – this pun I see coming – sitting ducks. Just like the Indian pedestrian.
On a bleak day,
The sun on your back,
In some way,
Feels like god’s got your back.
If you live with many others, your heartbreak has to happen in silence.
If you live with no one, your heartbreak is met with silence.
How do you get heartbreak tears to stop?
Tear out the eyes?
Or tear out the heart?
Some heartbreaks should be measured on the Richter Scale.
When the pockets are empty
And the joints are jangling,
When the heart is heavy
And the soul is full,
Maybe that’s when life calls time
On our time.
I read somewhere sometime back that our purpose on earth, our purpose in (this) life is the completion of the soul. So far, of all the statements of our purpose on earth I have come across, that resonates the most. Perhaps because it is about something I fascinate about the most, the soul.
So, that explains when someone passes away, I guess: they have managed the completion of their soul. What then of the folk who pass away early? Does that mean they managed the completion of their soul very fast? Maybe. And what of folk who pass away in old age, some even past 100? Does the completion of their soul take so long? If so, why? Do they do it… so slowly? Hmm, I guess it only means… they have very big souls to fill.