Why did we cry?

I am not a poet. But I got a street song.

How does it feel to know nothing?
The pitch darkness when you do not know what is light.
Exciting?
Or scary?

Was it the loss of excitement? 
Why did you cry? Tell me!
Why did you cry?
Well. Why did I?

Each experienced
None remembers

Did you catch that dancing droplet?
The yellow one trying to fly
The glowing one towards the sky
Did it hurt? 

Remember it now
Remember it ever 

Look at the spark
Look at the candle
Look at the glowing woods
Remember the fire

Remember it now
Remember it ever

Wound is harsh
Scar is tasty 
Older is delicious
Don't hate fire

Remember it now
Remember it ever 

Isn't it cold?
For the baby girl?
Lick the scars
Pick the fire

Remember it now
Remember it ever

Skin of scars
Journey of fun 
Still
Was it the loss of excitement? Why did we cry?

Let’s move on.

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I originally wrote a small paragraph like this “How does it feel to know nothing? Exciting? Or scary? Each experienced it. None remembers it.”

That was for my future essay. But after writing, I saw some seeds for a poem. I am not a poet. Still I decided to water it a little.

My next essay was triggered by a casual, unexpected encounter on a bus ride in Chennai, a long long time ago. At that time it made me ask a question that has lingered in some corner of my mind ever since, showing up at times. Showing up more in recent years. After 15 years now, I thought I should attempt to answer it.

Now, I have the license to dive into lake of thoughts, as deep as I can, to bring back something from the bottom and show to people with beaming breath, hoping they use it or gracefully smile at. I am a writer.

Not by profession but by life. A part of life.

My future essay is about the ‘Crisis of Truth’ in our society today. Still not sure if the above “street song” will end up in it, or in this form. It depends on how it fits together with other parts, which are still in progress and if they together convey the overarching idea of the essay.

But just thought of sharing this, off the record.

Not sure when the essay will be ready. We will see.

Have a great week end and the week ahead!

-sAb

(OFF THE RECORD)