Universe's Conspiracy
Universe's Conspiracy
Last night,
My mother came to me
And ran her fingers against my hairs
Her hands softened with love
Roughened by responsibilities.
She looks at my brows
And a smile runs across her face.
She says she is reminded of a face,
A face whose pictures she hung
Inside every corner of her heart.
She dodges my question
Keeping the identity a secret.
She rushes to her room
And takes the picture out
She keeps hidden beneath her pillow.
I sit next to her and ask
"Ma, who is this boy ?"
She admiringly touches my cheeks
And says "You've your brother's eyes."
Caressing my chin, she says
"You have the face of your brother ." ,
And her eyes flood with tears,
Her heart drowns into the ocean of sorrow
As she gives me a subtle picture
Of the dying families,
Drowned to death by the Indonesian disaster.
She narrates me the 15-year-old
Untold she has been trying to
Keep within the walls of her stomach
For 20 years.
She tells me about my brother
Who died the morning I was born.
She adoringly looks at my face,
And a smile of absolute helplessness
Spreads all over her skin.
Her face veiled with pale pain
Reminds me of the horrible aftermath of a death.
Her smile is a gentle instance of
Death that comes lovingly to you,
And you accept it the way it comes
Because you cannot stop for it.
May be,
The universe is too tired
Of creating new souls.
Or,
Maybe it is afraid of humanity,
Killing humane with inhumane purposes.
Maybe that is why,
It kills one to take the soul out
And put it into another body.
The universe is afraid.
And so am I.