I am a tree, standing firm in the middle of a field, ready to take everything that will come and offer everything that I possess.
When the wind blows harder on me, I don’t confront that. No, I don’t, I won’t, I can’t. I know, that would be a failure. I just conform to wind as long as I can and then I surrender as confrontation is not my disposition. The wind blows me with itself with all its pride and power. My little leaves detach from me and I just see that happen helplessly. The wild wind takes me to places and I, lifeless and leaf-less, yield in its direction, agreeing on what winds says to me and what it wants from me.
When the wind calms downs, when its power gets drained, it leaves me in some unknown grassland where there are no standing trees, just the dead ones like me. Then I wonder why wind did this to me? And I find no answer to my affliction.
So that was the spring for me, the autumn has yet to come. But I, being a tree, will take what comes to me and will offer what I possess.
A little about Analogies: Does it happen to you that when you see an object or anything around you, it gives you a thought that defines the life quite perfectly and leaves you contemplative for a moment? Well, that’s what Analogies is all about. By simple things around us, what can we perceive about life. Can we really see life through what is already visible?
Some people will remember me after my death
they will try to find me, and end up crying.
Every night they would weep uttering my name
they would be insomnious and keep turning in the bed.
They would came to meet me again
they would come to have a glimpse of me again.
They would wish I could pester them once more
their wish would be fulfilled no more.
Tears would always be on their eye lashes
the sadness would be packed in their words.
A sigh would always be on their lips
their faces would be covered by ambiguous smiles.
They would try to search for me
but alas! “Rahat” would be found no where.
:- Written and submitted by RAHAT FAROOQI
As far as vision went, rough and drought affected land was reflecting sepia to the eyes. But, yeah, a giant stage was breaking the continuity of famine affected terra firma. The stage was as big as a huge size pond which would be enough to serve water to the whole town. People had started to gather in front of stage. Their white turbans which had not been washed for last four years had now become pale because of their sweat. Their eyes were half in hope and half in terror. They hadn’t seen this before but if it worked that would be a whole life changing happening. A lot of cacophony was breaking the death silence of wasteland.
The stage was decorated in all white. Three long white curtains were hanging freely and flowing towards backstage due to burning desert breeze. Four men were standing on stage with white guitar in their hands. Eyes closed, calm nerve, numb face…nothing was moving in them. A knee long white jacket was enveloping their emotionless body. A few drummers were also there in same attire and same impassive gesture.
‘Sir, Stage is ready.’ Man in big mustache said looking through the ajar door.
A well built man in his late twenties sitting naked on a couch in a green room, looked up after inhaling weed from the ticklish naval of a girl lying naked on her lap. Giggling uncontrollably. His eyes were red as he saw that man on door. He realized ‘it’s the time’. He threw that girl off of his lap and her golden waistband detached from her belly. He slipped in knee long red jacket and obscured his head with long black hood which was attached to jacket. He then picked his red guitar and moved with that man towards the stage.
As he immersed to the stage, cacophony of crowd again vanished in the deaths of inhospitable surroundings. Every single eye was at the man standing on the stage. He removed hood from his face and his eyes dazzled even in evening light. It took two minutes to recover from glare and he took the hands off from his face. He then removed his jacket and threw it in the crowd. As soon as he exposed naked, a strong thunder lightening almost scared the people around. A sudden wave of squeal pierced the silence of desert. He comprehended the signal of acceptance. He realized that was time. He held his guitar. Drug was already running in his veins and now he was feeling it. He felt very light on his feet as he touched the guitar string. He yanked on the mike and held it tight near his mouth. A turnaround of his faith and simultaneously of town was about to commence.
People were becoming restless.
In no time he started singing. The other men were just following his composition. As the song progressed the light breeze started turning into strong, powerful wind. Crowd was finding difficult to stay at their place. They were hiding their eyes and turning their head in the direction of wind. But on contrary the five men on the stage were calm and unaffected, erect and levitating at their position. As levitation started, as their feet untouched the stage, as they ended their song, the sand near the stage began to sink towards the bottom ridge of stage. Crowd standing near the stage backed up in utter disbelief. A formation of chasm had started below the stage. The whole stage was now sinking with the sand to nowhere. But unlike the stage, the five men were still levitated, hanging in air, hooked to nothing. The stage had now entirely submerged in sand and there was no sign of it as if it never had been there. Five men levitated in the air opened their eyes as once again the eerie silence was spreading in the desert. They smiled looking at the desirous faces and dry lips in crowd. They spread their hands upward looking at the sky and in a fraction of a second they were dragged powerfully in the sand which had now turned in water with their jump. The thrust was so powerful that the splashed water sprinkled at each and every person in the crowd. The town was now, after the several years, blessed with a pond. They proclaimed with joy “musical martyrdom has been accepted”.
Memories of her came back to haunt him again as he forwarded towards the darkest valley he ever visited. He couldn’t move on his own, he was not allowed to. He was weeping but nobody cared. He was the murderer and that’s what his identity was. The judge had announced his verdict on him and this is the time to hang him till his death.
He loved her a lot and she knew it. She used him as a toy and he couldn’t do anything other than to obey her. She was his wife. She was more than perfect for her but the only thing which made her dangerous was her nature of not listening the word ‘NO’. The word ‘NO’ was her biggest enemy. Whenever she heard a ‘NO’ she turned into someone else. ‘Hitler’ was her nickname in her office.
He was so madly in love with her that he could see nothing around him other than her. He ignored the disappearance of his maid, he ignored the brutal killing of his driver and he even ignored his parent’s suicide attempt. He knew where the dark secrets laid but never tried to dig deeper because he was blindfolded because of her love; just like now as these men are covering his face with black mask so that he couldn’t see the approaching death.
Things changed when she gave birth to his son, Ayan. That’s when he opened his eyes and saw the real face of his wife. He had to do something because he could not lose Ayan this time. The decision was hard but he had to take it. He still remembers her last words, “You can’t run away from me.” A splash of edge of sharpened knife on her neck was enough to change his fate forever.
He could see her laughing at the other end of the dark cave. He was reluctant to go through it but a sudden jerk on his neck made him travel the distance and throw him on her feet. He closed his eyes, she leaned low and whispered in his ear, “You can’t run away from me.”