Many a times in life we are faced with complicated circumstances wherein we are left to choose between two paths. Wherein there seems to be obscurity all around us and we are lagging in the race of time. Sometimes words cannot console us, emotional touch cannot cure us, nothing seems to be right or wrong, just complicated. I believe humans were always meant to be wild and hunt. We say we have become social over time but I disagree.
We stopped hunting for food, but we have started hunting for other such things which are not easy to find unlike food. We hunt everyday, sometimes for satisfaction, other times for peace, many times for love and friendship and other times for many unnecessary material things. We still hunt...in the dark!!! And I remembered one of my older poems about the same...
Hunting in the dark…
Waves beneath, faltering wade through water insolent,
Time’s testing tougher than for what I was meant;
Still I can get fire on from a deficient spark
Bull’s eye, I can hit, even hunting in the dark.
In forest of emotions, searching for a few,
Oceans apart, needing a drop of dew;
Amongst those ruled by differences, hunting for the similar,
Before a tall house, thinking about the pillar
Before my dreams escape to fly high,
Nurturing them in the nest & then letting them to the sky;
Before sun comes out, everywhere light
Greeting stars and learning to live in night!
Sometimes hunting high, other times low
Sometimes in the unknown and others in places that I know;
Even as obscure demons block my way,
Intuitions empower me to guide myself thru’ the day.
Whenever life gets arrogant or enigmatic,
Dynamism I opt, not being static
Defeating and defying all my negatives
Gaining from mine, not blaming others prerogatives.
And when all that glittered was virtual gold,
I hunt for the real in life’s every fold
And for a little faith in every deceit
Even on trembling earth, mastering my own feet
When relations were a mere falsification of human emotions
And when sky blue was not reflected in watery oceans
Hunted for peace in nature, no more was I lonesome
God bestowed me with strength to face whatever may come
Chasing every dream, satiating each desire
Searching for cold amidst blazing fire
I hunted for all that did not come to me
To hunt & live, may be born were we.
...Saurabh
[Written on 07 mar’03]
