A loner's Ravings

Once upon a time, long ago, there lived a shepherd. And he had one hundred excellent sheep. One of the sheep though good and obedient Was deaf and blind. Whenever the shepherd took his sheep out to graze The poor blind sheep would get lost And the kind shepherd would pet him And tell him it's all right. This went on day after day after day And the shepherd finally lost his temper And cursed the sheep Which was blind and Deaf The curse was that from now on You, miserable creature, From now on You are on your own. And little blind sheep was sad He couldn't hear the words He couldn't see his Master But he could feel the anger in the air. And the anger made him sad He thought it must be his fault. Being deaf and blind And forever wandering off from the flock. And the shepherd was happy With his nine and ninety sheep That were perfect in eye and ear And never gave him much bother. Next day when they went to graze The master never bothered abou...

I struggle to find the meaning of life. And then I realize there are people all around me who have already succumbed to that struggle. For death is the reality. The eternal companion. Call him what you will, He is constant He is consistent. He is Death.

I dream strange dreams. The first dream is of a car, in which I am seated,  flying off a very high bridge. The car is black.  Everything around me is drowning in darkness. There is no sound, not  a whisper, not even the sound of the car which is now spinning towards the earth carrying me to inescapable death. Even I am silent, waiting for the embrace of eternal rest. I see vague forms materialize beneath the car in the never ending free fall, monstrous entities beckoning me into their jaws. All the fearsome creatures I had ever imagined and some that even my imagination has never conjured up, slithered up and danced around the car, silently laughing their mocking laughter. The fall never ends. The fierce maws and fetid smells drown me, draw me into a horrible world of everlasting pain. I try to scream, but thick silence is all that escapes my parched throat.At this point I wake up, sweating and almost shivering. The second dream is of a knee into which m...

Today I wanted to talk to you very badly.But I was too late with the call. Your voice lessens the hurt, Angel. The physical pain is ok.I can take that. But you fill a void deep inside me that not even God can. And like God you are way beyond attainment. All the same a few quiet words from you and even your silence calms me like the whisper of eternity. Maybe this is how God was invented.

We meet after a decade. And you are the same, Like the earth and the sky, The moon and the stars. I dissolve in you., As in nature Of which you are the author. And the mother. My Love and Life Anger and reprimand Suits you As it suits any mother For I am your son And you my mother I adore you I love you I live and breathe in You. You define life and existence You define meaning You define Eternity You cannot cease to exist For that would end God himself.