Two leeches, Udi & Dhudi are relaxing on a couch after having a heavy meal of blood from a trekker passing by.
“Dei* if I talk about some social issues many ask me to go do my work.” Udi uttered suddenly after a pleasant silence. “Yes da*. What’s wrong in that?” asked Dhudi.
“The work we do is for survival da. I agree its important but aren’t we supposed to be curious about things happening around?”
“A few may not find time for all these da”
“Yea at least they can just shut their mouth up and move. Why are they so much bothered about me? I do not want to just survive but live!”
“Dei, I think few more trekkers are coming by. Before we get stamped and die we need to go hide somewhere. Nowadays their blood tastes really worse, I don’t know what these guys eat, junk fellas!”
“I want to live da not merely survive.”
“I agree but now we need to hide. What you say is fine but we do need to take care of our survival at times. We shouldn’t get lost discussing issues, although its important as well, we need to sorta balance both. Ok va?”
*English equivalent – dude
He sat and wrote, and wrote for pages
And his thoughts went beyond, far ages.
Sitting before a pale candle’s golden light,
He made his discoveries bold and upright.
Disordered logic accumulated for many a days.
They threatened, puzzled and appeared as a maze.
He went further and further beyond the whole globe
Contemplating, while sitting nearby his old wardrobe.
The findings involved miraculous marvellous interactions
That got in his nerve and in all his meticulous actions.
His readings recommended science his theories,
Solving his passionate quests and gripping queries.
Like him, many joined, many him and her,
Giving their reasons and thoughts of logical fair.
Growing thus, the Science, the human heads essence
Enjoying the mystery of untouched nature in every sense!
I walk across a cold desert
Crossing it, I reach for the rocky shores
Of an endless sea, a marvelous art
On which I wish I spread across
Every inch of my body and float
In the starlight, for an infinite amount of time.
Wondering so, I stand still
While my heart feels a bell chime,
Causing a charming momentary thrill.
Its from a temple nearby I realize.
May be born out as a tribute to
The one that sculptured this magnificent art?
May be that one exists, I never know.
Asking myself, what if it exists, closing my eyes
I follow my thought along with the rhythms of waves
That touch my ears, exhibiting a grand opera.
As I go deeper thinking of it, I feel the fear
Of it gripping my every nerve, the fear
Of all waves swallowing me, the fear
Of all rocks crushing the every bone in me, the fear
Of the wind taking me away and burying me in sand,
Engulfing all of my life’s cheer.
I can do nothing but put all faith in it and pray!
How dreadful, this world of torture, this dismay!