Still

I found my blood to be inflammable . It burns down and all my illusions evaporate leaving behind the residue which is nothing but pure guilt.Dancing to the tune of this world , to the strange sounds, to the anonymous screams of the falling drops and to the silence created by the bombs . I have become numb . I wish no more but I eat still and also the still eats me the same . The still which sometimes comes through the window at night and grabs my neck ,drinks through my veins and tell me stories of the people who suffered in the past. Some suffered for God and some suffered for themselves . Some suffered simply because they did everything what others did .Every dark night I resist but he tells me stories and I have to listen because I also have to suffer and this is my way of suffering .He tells me that we all have to suffer and even he suffers because he has to die every now and then due to the sounds made by the things of this world , by the people who do not want him .People move and kill him.But still is immortal and the greatest music ever composed by the greatest lovers of humanity.But this meeting with him was special in some way .

He took me to a journey through his mind. This is the mind of the still 'the unmovable one'.What I saw was ,("saw" ,"was"), yeah that is what i saw , the complete opposite of my mind.I also came to know that your mind never leaves you , not even when you are in other person's mind .Through my mind I analyzed everything that i could . I saw the things of this world , and it was a complete torture .In our world move and still live in harmony but his is the world of still.'Move' means choose and 'Still' means harmony. Chess players do not make a 'move' but they make a "still" on the already moving chess pieces.People do not die , they just start moving , cause all their lives they were still. I can't move because I still have some time to live. Slowly and gradually as the people age , they start making small movements and when they die , their speed is maximum . I saw so many dead bodies on the still water ocean which were moving randomly here and there.I wanted to tell him that I want to go back , but I could not cause I don't know how to speak silence . All my life I was shouting and complaining .My time in my world is over 'cause I never took the trouble to keep quite and listen to what others were saying ,always complained about everything . Now although I am quite but it's just like someone just keeps on babbling because he doesn't know the language properly . 'Still' tricked me out of my existence.
I wish I could pray.

~~Mannu Batra~~
Photo ~~Gaurav