A miracle sheep

The night was terrible and icy cold as it was covered in a thick blanket of fog. The area was covered in dense jungle. From nowhere I found myself standing in the middle of the dense forest, so quivering. I turned to left side; I could hardly see a very old bridge, nearby, there are group of lad, holding each bottle alcohol in their hands and were cracking so much of noise. Their eco sound could be heard as if sounding far behind the mountain.  Most probably they must be a night wanderers. Seeing their indecent behavior I was frighten. Then, I turned behind when I saw I was being followed by a flock of dogs and their owners. Perhaps they were hunters. The dogs seemed malicious and might gnaw me bitterly. In fact, I thought how dreadful moment it was being in an inescapable situation. I thought i was a dead meat that night. The dog’s owners were giants with black complexion. Seeing their appearance seemed like one would get faint in scare. 

At opposite direction, may be five minutes walk from where I was standing, I could see as if like a cone shape of rock, poising just before me. I became vigilant, identifying what actually it could be. When I was visualizing the image i heard a mellifluous water flow. The urgency of soothing sound and an image galvanized me into action to move forward to see that rock like a cone shape. But I couldn’t move even a step forward as those strangers were coming closer to me. I was plunged in trapped. A few minutes later, I heard a soft voice;

“Be calm”

I wondered, my eyes widened in search whose voice that could be. Observing the situation I could have no expectation if anyone could help me get out of this.  

Second time I heard the same voice.

“I m here nearby you, look down”

As I looked down I found a white sheep, very adorable one. No human was there who can speak.

The third time I heard the voice again;

“Do not be scared I m with you”

I actually felt someone was with me, embracing and defending me from dangerous. I introspect, who was that miracle?

I looked at the gangs they were still sipping and yelling at me. Then I looked behind while i saw the dogs and men had stopped tottering. However they were nearer to me.

As i slowly bent down and patted on sheep I heard a voice was whispering inside the sheep, absolutely not human. It genuinely was incredible creature. Really it was amazing one. I moved closer to sheep and listened carefully. I sensed it was a miracle voice of the sheep’s only.  

While I was listening to him I took a glance at that image. By that time fogy had given a way to a brighter vision. I saw a chorten (Buddhist shrine/sacred relics) and stream, gently flowing down through the dense forest. How lively it was to see an image like a cone shape was actually the chorten.

“Look, a guy is coming from opposite direction to abduct you”, sheep whispered.

I observed stranger was coming closer; so, i plead him to help me before he could get me. In anyways he seems no reluctant in helping me. He was readiness to do anything I would ask.

“Close you’re eyes and think about me”

 I did exactly what he said to me. May be after five minutes later when I opened my eyes I found I was still laying on bed. By the time, the dawn had been already set forth and my room was lightening with sun’s rays. It was time for me to wake up for morning ablution.

I realize it was just a dream, perhaps a nightmare, not in reality. 

Indeed, I will miss the dream, especially a miracle sheep.  

pain can't be seen 

I'm mentally wilt 
but 
i behave physically 
strong,
is only 
  to 
strengthen  
another's 
heart.
  

Juvenile

Once there was a time

When I envied my elder sisters

Who were grown up; elegantly!

I envied nothing but to

Grow like them; quick and elegant,

And, halt when I am grown enough

To remain juvenile ever;

Wishing no death to take me away  

From the motherly abode!

Hanging from my mother’s close hand

As if I feared eagles’ snatch,

Away from her, mother’s care!

I trudged across bridges

To school; I was enrolled then,

To read books, experience school life;

Give every exam

And get passed;

By then I was in adulthood.

Today, everywhere I go

I hear people asking each other’s ‘age’

They ask my age too!

Blatantly!

Against what I had wished—

To be ‘juvenile’ forever—

I realize I’ve become a sister my own,

Of my younger sisters!

It’s amazing to sit and watch—

The passing life—

That moves so gentle like rivers’ flow

And the sun that rises only to set;

Age passes, adding wrinkles

To a laughing face

In his journey from

Womb to tomb;

Palace of birth to inferno of death!

Now,

I wish no one asks me how old I am!

As all existing souls grow old and die,

No fetus remains fetus forever;

No wishes hold true to truths;

Once pushed out of womb,

You are destined to keep walking

And when your legs twist you

You are destined to stop—

Like it or not—

Near the graveyard,

Your indestructible home!

Before me fate hovers

A beam of sun rays can’t illuminate

And fierce storms can’t destroy,

A sharp knife is too blunt to mow

And no human can hide from its fear,  

It befalls on us; good or bad

Nothing can stop it

And it always hovers before us,

‘Yes’ I m talking of ‘fate’. 

Before me fate hovers  

Invisibly in the eternal space  

Or is it sitting next to me?

Guiding me through his wills

Taking me to a place unknown;

  

After life left me alone

With all loveable things abducted;

After losing life in the living;

After being in both hell and heaven;   

After crying my grief out;

After being betrayed by my lover;

I married to ‘fate’

And chose to live by its shadow,

It is years since I eloped with fate.

Sages say fate is an answer to the past calls

What you sow in the past reaps now

I confront many circumstances

Which I believe is my reap

With the versatile fate

I learn to live or live to learn  

And walk to end.