Sleeping SOULS

The symmetrically carved white stones that stood there with a perfect 6ft distance from each other, bearing the names of the souls sleeping like a baby inside them and speaking up for their fond remembrances could make me think of nothing else but SERENITY.

Photography: i-Capture

I could look at this wonderful sight where the souls slept across a fence of red wires intermingled with each other in diamond patterns. The day was bright and air had a haze of poise in it then! And all I could realize was that I was eye-witnessing a beautiful park (yes, I mean a park) where there was noise of tranquility, abstraction of illusions and contentment of attainment. The Cycle of life doesn’t starts in the womb where it’s just a scientifically visible lump of a new breathe. It starts from here, where  there is changing of clothes, the process of passing on the shell -somebody had been living in for so long, making it good/ bad /worse, bringing name or disgrace to this very own shell and then finally leaving it to others to keep it secure under a layer of soil forever!

The green carpet covering the faces was clearly extra green being nourished by various emotions in its roots. When a life ends, there are certainly emotions of sorrow and pain but there are many more sentiments that make that grass look even greener. Those are the sentiments of reaching to a certain point, zeroing in on at least something in life and putting an end to the zest which was never accomplished while living! Death is more about being able to travel finally to that much desired serenity than it is about grief! 

For the first time in life, I was not scared of the resting spirits; instead they were The Achievers to me who could find a destination in/after their lives. I travelled back with the thought of little brown-black birds perching happily over the graves, fearing only the pretentious innocence of life!

(Inspired by: Khirkee War Cemetry, Pune & My MusE)