A rebellion in despair !

A call of despair at night, waiting for a kind deliverance through REBELLION. --- by Dr. Bibhash Chakravorty. The arid desert of the night makes me very thirsty but how much I try to find a drop of water, it is not there. The mirage of an oasis makes this thirst unbearable. The sharp stab of the night dagger makes me cry out in pain. The scorching heat of the day only inflates my hopeless dreams and the heartless night rudely deflates it. No more do I enjoy the solitude of darkness, it keeps me awake, it makes me hopelessly tired. I want to sleep a deep, dreamless sleep from which I wish not to wake up and if I have to, let it be in another world where there is endless, uninterrupted love. Now I seek for a compassionate companion who can make my soul drying thirst and the paining wound, quenched and heal. I am ready to give her my love if that is what she really wants. Why are many people satisfied with nothing worthwhile and some unsatisfied with everything ? Is it because you don't know what you really want and you know what you want but don't get it ? What is more truer than Truth ? Is it the physical reality, physical presence and consummation of love, once you have achieved the truth ? To consummate your love with the person you love most ? And what do you do if she isn't available ? There are other persons who love you too ! Is life an altar of sacrifice and stoicism then ? Where should your loyalty belong ? With your bygone, absent lover or with life itself ? I think life might carry you to the place of your dreams but shouldn't you let life to carry you there first ? Poor me, the head dictates logic but the heart clings to sweet memories hoping against hope that they will come back again in this cruel world of stark reality and feelings can't wait any longer for an end to breath. In fact the people of this world do not breathe, their breath has become only air. What they direly need is a fresh breath of life, an addiction to a drug called love. What wrong did the poor drug addicts commit ? The tormented lover has conquered his torment and risen above it only to succumb to repeated, ceaseless, ongoing torment which is forcing him to choose an end to breath over life ? Why do you lie, that life must go on ? He won't pay any further heed to your advices, he refuses to listen to your empty, useless, sterile, boring, irritating talks. You can run off with the treasure you wanted. That's what you are always after isn't it, the treasure ? Time doesn't know the strength of his tears, it can burn time in a towering inferno, let alone the coward traitors of this world. You can't constrain him with diseases or poverty. He may not have enough nickels and dimes in his coffers but has another kind of precious wealth which you will never get enriched with in all eternity. It is out of this world, it belongs to a future one which hasn't happened for you yet. And yes, he has a dictionary of his own, the words and language of which you will never understand, however educated and knowledgeable you think yourself to be. And he doesn't fear death, he dies only once. Don't we beg for another chance in life if somehow we lose our first one apparently due to our own mistake ? But was the apparent real ? Or was it injustice, grave injustice ? Whom do we beg to ? To the self-detached, dispassionate one who ruined our initial chance ? Let everyone loathe and disown it. Shouldn't the daunting barrier between reality and the shadow worlds be smashed to smithereens letting the traffic of the light of life freely travel across the borders and line of control, unhindered ? So brothers and sisters, make the moment of secret love with your beloved stretch all along your life and when you have lived that moment you will see that you have lived eternity. It is not about living forever, it is about living with yourself, eternal ! Our eternal flame inside burns every other wishes to ashes but surprisingly kindles the desire to love someone intimately at every nook and corner, at every step of enchanting trysts and turns of romance, holding onto each other in a beautiful ball dance, with the scent of each others divine fragrance. If desire is the earliest seed of spirit then let our sails set in such a way that the sea breeze of love take our lonely boats to a dream destination where we enjoy every bit of the journey along with our fellow boatsmen. Let the avalanche of the snowy mountains pass beneath our feet and not crush us to death. Let the fluffy snow-white clouds against the backdrop of the deep blue sky come down and float on the ground so that our heads remain in those clouds like a honeymoon thrill. May the sky meet the earth much nearer than the horizon. Let the radiance of the dawn warm our cold hearts. Let our eyes shine like the moon and face glow like the sun. Let our hopes soar on the spreaded wings of eagles. Let all the crazy, passionate people become more crazier and merrier in love. Let the green, pristine forests of Mother Nature soothe our weary eyes. Let Her wildest fury make us furious against tyranny. Let the stars and moons of the celestial night sky, land on this holy earth. Let the Zodiac give us a favourable verdict forever and ever. Let the sound of waterfall in Beethoven's moonlight symphony coming out from our minds find a kind, human listener who might be brave enough to deliver us. Let the fire inside the suns and stars of the infinite sky burn in our souls. We are the children of the sun, after all. Let lost friends and families be united again in the bondage of love. May the bondage of our shackles be unleashed. Let the inner voice of us the rebel sailors sailing and taming the raging high seas be the outer voice of mutiny. Let the jungle and the wolves inside us howl. Let our judge be judged by us now ! It is we who should decide and make our own fate and destiny through the fire of knowledge and love and not dictated upon by some callous, retarded dictator and his bunch of goons. May his reign of cruelty and oppression come to an end so that love and romance can finally come back home for good, after a long, long time. Well, this time for an endless time perhaps ! May we hail the eternal season of LOVE ! -- Dr. B. Chakravorty.