| disturbed psyche |
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on 05-Nov-03 02:06 PM
The Earth is a collapsing company. My home is a collapsing cubicle. The sun has been outrageously violent and inconsiderate lately. It is not speaking out the undertones but the recent actions mirror its dissatisfaction. It is giving off powerful rays. These rays match the power of an arrow from a stretched bow. An arrow penetrates and pierces many layers to finally seize the life out of any living targets. This arrow always aims at vaporizing the existence. Impudent have been these light rays like this evil arrow. They fiercely attack me as if a priced criminal. I cant offer a stout resistance against the massive bombardment. The sun that used to be so calm and generous finally has opened up its bright yellow lips to announce the introductory violence and cruelty against me. Every time I step out from my room under the sun, light rays shoot me. So, I run back to my room. They are in a constant search like a hungry cat in search of a mouse. They try to get into my room through the windows. They would find it easy to hurt me in no hurry inside my room where I would be standing helpless. I would never want to invite my enemies. I would never decorate the gate ways for my enemies to come and catch me or kill me. I would always want to lock the gates hard and safely. I would love my enemies to die in a live wire. I cant even do that. The live wire cant kill the light rays. So, I rush over to the windows, close them hurriedly and breathe in relief.
Including me, my two friends who always wait for my safe arrival have become the targets of cruel armies of the Sun. My two friends are my two small flower plants. They wait for me by the side of the door to my room. I know and the Sun knows that I cant survive with out its mercy on me. I am so grateful to the Sun for it has done so much for me. Its blessings are big on me. My two friends also know this fact. I revealed this truth to them the first day they entered my home. I always do Surya Puja every morning and put a red TIKA on my forehead of his name. Yet, he is trying to kill me and my two innocent small friends.
I am unaware of the reason why is it attacking me.I am not against it.I have done no harm to it.But why? why? What for all this cruelty over me?
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