EXPECTATIONS, HOPE AND DESPAIR…
EXPECTATIONS, HOPE AND DESPAIR…
By Insha ShafI
Melancholy is beyond sad. Unlike basic emotions such as sadness, melancholy appears by contrast to be a rich or complex type of state. It involves both painful and pleasurable feelings as such positive elements that mere sadness does not. A soul I met recently seemed melancholic to me, what if, I say she was in melancholic depression. However, her melancholy was not really, it was tremor of stillness; a sense of calm that allows us to recognize melancholy is beautifully resonated with her. May be the eyes were silent, the face shackled in a millions of emotions, perhaps the utmost reasons for her to be in the state of tranquil madness and doomed delusions of nothingness. The covalent pages of her face I gazed tried to turn the memoirs hidden behind that strangling entangled smile of untold and unfolded emotions.
How can a brave soul, such heart wrenched and ready to fight the chaotic turmoil put forth through the non-native keyholes of life? An astonished gaze kept on searching answers for never asked questions from my side. A depiction of a weak yet strong branchless, unsupported tree trying to bare two twigs, trying to nourish them and make them supportive to itself. I felt as if I prodded through the eyes of her trying for obscuration to provide me the way to damped and buried secrets of atrocity and barbarity she had been a victim of…
The blunt jabs of the axe of life had been painful but were not able to tear her down, she as mother nature, sustained every jab on her chest and held it all in her, maybe she was a reservoir of pain, tyranny, barbarity, and persistent chaotic satires overlapped and hidden under the veil of love and patience. She reflected pure love filtered from mixed emotions to the people living around her. She never let her roots to be watered again by another caretaker assigned by Almighty to her. May be, it was never penned down for her to be hitched again
Is gender a necessity to represent emotions, human behavior, humanitarian outlook, manhood, or feminity, comparable human psychology, positive or negative affirmations, and sensible attornities? Is face always a necessity to express the tormented satires lying deep down inside the heart or a gaze in the eyes sees it all? Do you need to ponder more over the mismanupulation of thoughts and understand what lies in us then we desperately think to create for a life to us? What if I fall or what if I fly, why I kept gazing the saddened eyes in mirror which always faked the law in reality? Is the mirror the best reflector of my soul as it never hid me from myself and which was all a seeker of self thoughts needed, I was a strong mirror which reflected everything in everyone, slipped and developed cracks all over, the light sources underestimated the translucency of cracks and thought I may lose the power to reflect but failed to understand it was mingled in my intrine and I reflected stuff more immensely.
I battled with the non existence of reality where the fragments of past whipped for attentive respect, they can’t be stopped until they are heard, while the disparity keeps lying within. Extremes were only able to show what which recherché is inherent.
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Everything that was subjected by life towards me made me understand the hidden message of life, “Sweetest heart your wings are not just for show. Consequence the unvanquished bystander of freewill, it is only of consequence of self. Reluctance is merely a statement of concurrent of beginnings. Tyrants only seek refuge from the people, when the ‘people’ ablate from that which they seek.”
The crux of it is, “I GAVE UP ON ‘LIFE’ TO FIND ME, AND ALL I FOUND WAS LIFE.”
Society clings to the hope that one day, maybe, it will unveil itself from the wreath of expectations by the means of perseverance. But in actuality, it only deepens the web of notional abstinence by continuing its plight, through the nature of unilateral conduct, doing, being, reasoning.
Photographed By :- Mir Kaiser Farooq
