Blossomed Cherries

On all the wrinkled and shining faces in the world is written a word that cannot be seen. Between the most sophisticated bondages and overflowing realms of liberty: within the darkest regions and the brightest horizons, lies a phenomenon in silence. From the green beauties to the gray pigments of leaves; from the scintillating sounds of birds to the gothic croaks of frogs; opulently harbours an odyssey of fairest bloom. Through the most exigent divinations to the unknown; through the most intimidating telescopes to outer space can be seen this idyll of a grand elocution.

From the highest pinnacle of the Everest, to the lowest caves of Uturu; from the deep blue sea to the spring falls of glamour; from the ages of alchemy to the reality of atomic clocks exists a blissful enclave of supernatural tendencies. Within the niche of the mamba, below the depth of the abyss, is a treasure hidden from the sight of men: We need to tap from this well of extravagant possibilities.

In a world where we are scorched by the blazing sun of hatred, manipulations, invectives and vindictive extravagance; a world where freedom of speech has given rise to much strive of words that no one inquires what is said but who has said it; a world where the moral value systems have been grossly raped; the fluid from its bleeding soul suggests that the inner fabric, which has been eaten up is left as carcasses. Even the carcasses are faced with the danger of extinction.

From antiquity, men have wondered what reality is. Many have presented endless theories of which their essentialities have not been fully accepted to be sacrosanct. What then is reality? What is it that is at the core of human existence? What is the relationship between the soul and the body? Reason and emotion: which is superior and to what extent? Which one should be let in, at what time and to what extent?

The bane of man has been his inability to strike a balance between emotion and reason. Love as a unit of emotion is a fuel that has not been harnessed. Philosophers including myself, who have seen the need to explore this energy of love amidst all odds, are set to let the world know. If there is love among us, will there be the need for atomic bombs? If there was love in our midst would there have been heartbreaks and hurts everywhere? There are so many broken pieces of hearts littering the streets. How do you handle heartbreaks and hurts from loved ones, colleagues, bosses, contemporaries and between nations? This is a waste product that can be harnessed into a novel good.

People do not pay much attention to their emotional status as much as they do to the physical; but whatever error in the emotional domain will certainly boil down to the physical. Is it not because of hurts that people commit suicide? We have lost many human beings because of heartbreaks, hurts and all other forms of emotional disabilities. Wars have torn us apart and plunged the world into deep economic crisis. Without counting one, can one count two? Without taking good care of the inside, the outside will be in shreds.

It is in blossomed cherries that mathematics meets with metaphysics. It is where idealism meets at a junction with realism. It prescribes the ultimate love experience and is really a therapy of universals. Workers will not again be erratic in the disposition of their duties. It will completely weave the threads of wrecked emotions into a blanket and ensure efficiency. Motor accidents will decrease and humans will breathe a new air of restoration and emotional management.v

In the face of ironies and uncertainties which have adorned our world, blossomed cherries will make you undaunted. In case one is still threatened by the confusion of “who am I?’’ it will resolve the dissonance. For crisis management, be it family, societal, relationship and other wise, the cooling breeze from this wealth of knowledge will send chills down the spine to create a sane mind.

For every eye that will peruse this product of my smiling pen, may the drops from this spring of knowledge satiate any mental and emotional disillusion, insert smiles and bliss into the soul and grace the head with the fragrance of spikenard.

Wishing you a good read!