Nature-I

The fear of walking into the dark is an issue that remains pending to be pondered over. Pitch dark with no glint of light from any corner. All your eyes can do is scan all around in a circle to see nothing, if there were no sense of direction you would go astray. Terra Firma feels dearer almost like it was you sole hope. The pupils have gaped to their maximum; you can only force them such that they tear apart. Light is what you yearn for and feel that the dimmest of them would be a soothsayer, one that would increase the count of your dependency, the terra firma would be pushed back in its value and that dim ray would notch up its value and you eventually do, but you hear some voices..........
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Terra Firma:
You seem to be nothing, I envelope so much you're taking over me.

Ray of Light:
Hey, I didn't mean to do so, can I limit my extent? You only see a part of me but I extend further. Come where I am and see my existence and expanse. I have a stronger hold because you bank on support, and I support supports.

Terra Firma:
You really seem to be haughty and prejudiced, don't I keep you aloft, if not for me and my support the gravity who mark you, isn't grave in the least, where would you be?

Ray of Light:
Don't know how to address you but let me call you Firm-og. Listen, you are confined within the blanket above but I come bounding from places far away and need none of you to keep me aloft. It is for your mortals that I come here.

Terra Firma:
Firm-og, what sort of the name that is? How about I call you Rol-at? You're sure true with what you said but try penetrating into me and what lies beneath me. You've been of great service by keeping those who trudge on me (scorn me, spit on me and always kick me) happy. I really don't understand why but in places you take your cover of them and instill fear in them.

Ray of Light:
Rol-at anything dear compatriot, call me anything. I am with them always, we must be together in thoughts. I might be insignificant in your trudger and your eyes but in a few hours I am going to be all over you. Your value is on me, your looks are highlighted by me. More you support more you are valued. Just being in mass doesn't do you good, I provide the needful and you bloom and bossom. The mortals appreciate you.
The mortals do have their ways, it was bequeathed on you to be the way you are. I suffer, I suffer the pangs of being restricted without my knowledge I get cut out by the menial of clouds, I, in the modern age am just a finger's push away and yet I am silent. We do get our releases-you tremble out of anguish I brighten out and char and yet our charm holds.

Terra Firma:
I agree, you sway my thoughts, indeed you have much more experience. I'm ever bowing to you but in the bargain I have stooped forever. I do have the jutters on me but they are few and negligble in height.

Ray of Light:
Soft Frim-og, your complaints are all valid but remember you are in every mortal on you, they become a part of you in total submission. They are you and you are in them. They fall upon and unto you. You are the actual ruler.

Terra Firma:
True it is and all that you say ascertains your stature. In this harmony we must dwell and our conversation being kept apart, let us return to the mortal who sparked the conversation and show him what life actually is.
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He moved on hurtling towards the ray of light in search of life ever giving and bestowing.

Phasing the day

It is a lull that besets when one has ample time. Well that just struck the note whether amplification of time is actually a harmful thing- sitting doing nothing makes one realize that one is getting vestigial, not only in thoughts but in action. I need to motivate and I do that every morning taking a deep long breath but when I walk out the environs play pranks against me. That gleaming droplet of sweat that breaks out signals the start and then surrounded by the dust and filth I trudge. It becomes a rat race, everything goes against you but you still tend to pull on because you have no other choice. Why isn't everything in life a multiple choice question?
Once you are seated you have the tremendous pressure of not doing anything and feigning that you are at work and have to be so, you can't prance around tear your clothes and hair and howl at the top of your voice. You can't afford all the gadgetry to keep yourself entertained. You can't always have people around you.

In all these moods the one thing dear to you turns out to be slumber and whence you set in to that world you are bound to get back to reality with a start because, the practical and prudent you is always alert and reminding. It leads to regrets and retrospect. You yearn for rest and a solace and that too never comes by. It is always mundane and cold and slaps you, your wants pull you to an abyss where you yourself loose sight even if you are blind, you lose the sight of thought. Ah sight of thought lost, you are oblivious of everything you are in a trance, you meditate. Contemplating on all that has been running on you cutting through your mortal self like a saw and shredding every form and piece into rugged elements. You rise not from ashes, like the phoenix, nor from the dust but from the battle with you, you rise out like a lone shining star visibile only to you. You feel that surge of confidence, flowing with a craze to propel you out of this disdain state. Everything is in unison to make you ready for another day.

Give it a thought, the stranger you frowned at, also went through the day and faced the same and he too would be liberated at least for a wink of a moment and both of you trundle on the rickety roads with inertia and momentum realising that the day has drawn to an end and you have another coming tomorrow and the worried warrier will wake up to the call yet again and keep you going.