The universe is dancing round the clock. Some in it are in grief. They have either lost a loved one or face natural and man-made tragedies. Poverty, hunger, thirst.
Some are losing their shine like a shooting star. Some are bored or lonely. Some have calmed down. They are in eternal rest.
When I look at galaxies, I see a billion of small and tiny crowds of stars. They are slowly changing their position and losing their light.
When I go to another planet I see elements of life. There, a billion of ideas strike me in the millionth of a second. Me and the rest of the universe. But, none of them is applicable.
My friends tell me I am always optimistic and pragmatic about survival. One of these friends is my aunt. Some friends tell me I am selfish and self-centered. One such friend is a scorpion.
My friends are in the search of nothing. Some search for lies and deception. Yet, they fail to find lies and deception.
Millions of my friends, unknown to the rest of the world, are busy giving themselves a name. They are a weak species, losing their identity, surrounded by enemies. Some are bored of their thankless job like hornets. Who create sweet from poison for the whole universe?
I don’t know why the cock is not crowing today and the lily potion has descended upon our planet? It is amazing to see the dwarf being eaten by the giant. Bored to see the complexities of my planet.
I don’t know why I am calm today. Why I am not participating in the dance of the universe’s festivities? Every second, a festivity is being arranged by some friend like spring, the fragrance of rose, rays of the sun and shining of the moon. I think something has happened and I am not feeling it. Maybe scientists are still unable to discover the receptor of boredom in my brain among all the billions of receptors.
Today I felt myself completely paralyzed, for a while. Sometimes I suffer from hemiplegia. Maybe something has happened or is happening.
Today dawn is late. I see nothing over the horizon. Nothing of the light pink and yellow colors. Only black shines upon my planet.
Sometimes I feel guilty of a crime which I have not committed. Still I await justice from the jury guilty of a thousand crimes.
I feel lonely in the crowed of flesh-eating animals. It is amazing for me. Sometimes, I feel I am the only one who is calm, deaf and dumb. I’ve lost one of the precious assets of life.
Yet, I cannot mourn. This is my tragedy.