Self-Talk
The cold, long nights of January are a blessing for those who seek comfort and for the wealthy. However, for the poor, sick, and grief-stricken people who spend their nights awake, they are a hardship...
How can a person, whose feet are outside the blanket due to poverty, sleep? Or how can a person who is hopeless not only about their current situation but also about the future, do anything other than stare at the ceiling of their room?
Fortunate are those who are completely certain that their prayers will be accepted, and they sleep peacefully with the support of their prayers. On the other hand, those who have lost trust even in themselves will find the solitude of long nights even more tormenting.
What must the life of someone be like who only circles around in a loop?
Feelings, emotions, desires, and aspirations are present in every human, whether they are rich or poor. But when, due to stagnation, feelings, emotions, and desires become rusty, the person may still be breathing, but inside, they are dead—wandering aimlessly, carrying their own lifeless body on their shoulders. The weight of a loved one's lifeless body is so heavy on a person's shoulders that they stumble while walking. But can we even imagine the pain of a person who is carrying their own lifeless body on their shoulders?
These cold and long nights will pass, and then spring will come. Buds will smile, butterflies will return, and everything will be lush and green. But a person who has lost someone or has fallen due to the blows of fate—how will they ever see the beauty and colors of spring?
For a person whose life's meaning is merely the passing of day into night and night into day, whose heart has become barren, what connection do they have with colors and pleasures?
Fortunate are those who still have desires and wishes in their hearts because desires and wishes are the essence of life. If desires and wishes fade away, life becomes nothing more than a mere existence...
We too once lived, were the apples of our friends' eyes... Our friends' gatherings felt incomplete without us... We too once lived in the hope of finding someone, and we loved all seasons—spring, summer, autumn, and winter. But that is no longer the case...
Now, we no longer wish to meet anyone, nor does anything relieve the heaviness in our hearts...
If only, just once more, calling someone's name could make our heartbeat irregular... If only, in the joy of someone's arrival, the blood in our veins could rush faster... If only, in someone's wait, we could forget the sorrows of time...
If only the fragrance of narcissus, violet, and jujube could intoxicate our souls... If only we could sit by a waterfall and forget the world, lost in someone’s memory... If only we could feel the breeze once more... If only someone’s presence could erase this feeling of incompleteness...
Even today, the blooming flowers in the garden revive the desire to live... Looking at the full moon, a memory might surface... The sound of the flute and the chirping of birds might bring joy to the sorrowful heart...
Oh, lost life! Come back with all your beauty, so that we can embrace you once again, cry, and cleanse our souls, becoming fresh and full of life. Once again, we will begin to live and pray for a long life...
Oh, departed one!!!
Do you still like me, or have you forgotten me too?
I’ve heard that I no longer hold any importance in your life, and I’ve become just another person among the six billion people on Earth.
Do you know that even now, among those six billion people, you are still the most special and important to me?
When you left for the last time, it was also in the month of January, wasn’t it? If you remember, please let me know... After so many years, I want to mourn that day...
I want to be free from this illness..
Scripted by Ijaz Ahmad Ijaz
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