Innerdialects

After the panic and scramble, a nation sits down to grieve a Flight that fell from the skies this week.

No survivors except one man who made it out, he doesn’t know how but he did. His eyes keep looking to the sky. Superman one Newsline calls him. And what do we say to the ones who made it to that other stratosphere? They know somethings now that the rest of us will not fully know till our time comes. We will grieve, and hate airplanes for a while. We will go on till we feel a little uneasy again,

giving way to one question, ” All this is nothing ? Why did I never read between the lines;

am I not more permanent than I thought? Why didnt I pay attention; who told me not to? Why am living? Where do I go when I die? How come a small bird can bring down a slice of humanity? Where’s the security? You were just sitting down to a hostel meal and the sky crashed down in it? What should survivors say to one another? Shouldn’t we weep; will it be ok to heal again some day? What then? Where’s this Route go? Who really tracks all of us …?

Questions.

Why is there Beauty, why the Ashes? What do we do with pain, is grief our common factor, or death? Where does death lead, doesn’t heaven defeat all hell;

why do humans have free will? Why do we waste it in human pursuit of temporal things? We want love to last forever, but Forever is a fistful of human dust? Is Destiny just a brilliant mindful of ash? When we get past mortality, where are we headed? Why d’you ask for prayer when you hate the mention of God, and despise His existence, or rubbish the Sacred, but you still ask for prayer? Like, oh touching all our bases just in case there’s a God out there with a Wish Bowl for human petitions? Does God have to heal me on compassionate grounds so I can heal up, live, escape fires, accidents, dangers, high water, hell & co.,

so I can continue cheerily, arm in arm with the devil hisself, cussing, killing each other with verbal arsenal and other…if my carnal needs aren’t met, cuz we wear our brain in the hemline of an insanity that kicks another out, just because I am in panic mode all the time, living in a vacuum that is self prescribed darkness, but you got to blame the dark on someone, so you blame God for all our fails,

You blame God for the darkness we create in our absence from the Light.

Phew, yes. Grief brings questions to the gore. Sorry typo. I meant ‘fore’.

(to be contd in my thoughts. Pl do so yourself and lets pl get answers on knees before it is indeed too late).

why mock God, why’d I ever think I’m the master of the universe?”

One of my most vital moments, not necessarily favorite, is when my Reality is nudged by the Invisible.