It is strange, Being alone, being alone on a Happy Birthday at this age, I look back and travel back...
I travel back when I was not there, yes, it was so simple, just not Being anyone before, and then, again, just not being anyone after. It was a rat-race, maybe hurdle-race, Survival of the fittest, a journey for annihilation, One who races fastest to merge and submerge. The wheel of time (Kaal Chakra) started moving and soon the journey of seed converted into the journey of Emancipation. When I knew I was, trapped in a tiny cell, and then 2, and then 4,....I learnt multiplication easily. It was so simple growing up like a parasite. They say a King is a Parasite on the State. For all of my needs and existence, I was dependent, how fast one can grow, I don't know, it was another race, a race to be free, if we value our freedom so much then, maybe, it is because, we have not forgotten our Birthday pangs. When I was crying, everyone was Laughing, God says, Wait, you will have your last Laugh, then, everyone may cry (these days no one cries, it is out of fashion).
Did I ever dreamt in my childhood, will I be a Blade of Grass, or a plant, or a Shrub, a small tree, or a big tree? I was not bothered, how does it matters to me. I was my father's sapling. Days come and go, Winds blow, Rains wash me, Sun shines over me, how I know all these are instruments of my Growth. My roots were getting Deep in the Earth, and I always adored my Contrast. My Earth was Brown and Dark, and I was Green and beautiful, and growing up.
How tall I can Get? Can I ever Touch the Sky and Kiss the Sun? Mountains Tried to touch the Sky and Sky came Down and Blessed them with Mercy Divine. As I grow, I see, all the flowers wither, all the leaves turn dull and fall on the earth, all the Fruits ripe and fall. Nothing goes up then how I Go up? I look down and see I Go Up and UP.
As I flower, I get mixed up with the scent. The Culprits are Butterflies &Co. They suck my nectar and don't know do what? I become aware of myself, my own scent. I come to Know I AM.
My seed has travelled faraway to different Lands and blossom there. I know it is My Seed, but is it My Seed? Each Seed has its own Identity. Each Seed is I AM. How can I say, We are One Family?
But then all seeds take Root and Germinate, they die then, What Survives??????
I don't know about the others, I know I AM, I am my Father's Seed.
Thank You my parents, Thanks for Being there, just for Me, Waiting for me.
Scriptures narrate, All of us have three debts to pay, one is towards the Gods, the second one is towards the Parents or Forefathers, and the third one is towards the Teacher....
Now, who is the Teacher? is a Beautiful Question. Scriptures says: Mother is one's first Teacher.
I Owe my Debts to all of You, Earth For holding my Roots Tight, Winds and Sun for Blowing and Sunshine, and Heavens for the Water of Divine Mercy.
