A spark of emptiness instigates fire in the forest. I feel the heat on my skin; there are voices, screaming and crying but nobody to be seen. I see footprints in the ashes and my trail, covered in flames. I move on.
Following a highway on which I now walk naked, overexposed and shamed. Oh, how they stared! I’m dressed in scars invisible to naked eye; they keep me warm no matter how cold the night. I see buildings. Vivid, made of glass, devoid of life and people around.
I turn back, walk to the forest, back into those ashes; away from the civics, far from those eyes, to be forgotten, in search of life.
A land torn down, reduced to heap, of ashes and despair and the once blazing fire, now a kindle, awaited my presence. I turned around to the sound of fluvial; once a gushing stream full of life and colour now a monochrome of blood red.
Everything dampened but my search for life still afresh. A question gnaws and nibbles from within “Will I ever find the life I look for or die on a futile quest?”
On my last glance, I found a poor lone seed: all alone in this selfish world, just like me! I plant that seed in a corner, where life still had a hope and there came the clouds, raining down below.
I smiled at the sprouting seed. Within a period, it was a full blown tree and the habitat grew. What was once a cinder, is now a land fertile. Birds sang, animals thrived and trees giving life to what survived.
I now knew, “My hunt was futile, all I needed was to look inside.”
In collaboration with Bharath.