Room Of Judgement

At the moment of intense perplexity giving birth to desperation, when the mind is conscious of what is at stake, it triggers such unbearable, unfathomable anxiety that in the moment ignorance is hardly a peripheral value, the eyes seek for tears. The physical strength evolves into a run and the mind camouflages into yet another facet. Hidden under the shades of words and smile we define our presence in the 'Room of Judgement'. They say we'll guide you to choose, to decide, and to extract what's in store for you and is rightly yours. Strange are the concepts of mankind. We lament over misunderstandings but never try to vanquish its roots. We steal for life yet speak of heaven. We love today and hate tomorrow. In all the virtues we share, we share our journey of choices.

 

It's seldom that we acquire pessimism. Standing in the room of judgment, just one grievance matches our hope, our strength. They say we can always control the outcome but what when we can't. What when we fight with our own justifications? How can something that was right yesterday be so wrong today? What when we have to wait for time to settle issues? What when our next guest is unknown terror?

 

We live in a room of mirrors. Huge mirrors placed adjacently, covering each and every bit of it. We enter the room astonishingly and observe the un-convention, each time. These mirrors don't replicate us, rather they portray each and every human being we're related to. The mirrors narrate their stories, depict their happy times, and share the pain which they are unconditionally entitled to bare. We see, we observe but we can't soothe them. We hear, we introspect but can't speak to them.

 

Metaphorically, I sometimes see them as a thousand shards thrust in me. They can't see me watching, but their visible pain hurts me, asks for patience. And the left adrenaline in me strikes me as forcefully and commands me to act, to yell, to eradicate each blot of pain in them. On the contrary, sometimes I see them as thousands of shining pieces depicting their smile. It urges me to be happy, naturally. These mirrors play varied roles as people do in the normal world. My diet lives on 'thoughts' which originate at the slightest transition possible, like the thousand reflections.

 

Choice, a little concept of life, yet masters our optimism, sometimes. Choice, as feeble as our decisions, yet as effective with time. Our justifications shall always overpower us above this melancholy, yet a small 'yes' or 'no' makes us sad. Regardless of any materialistic virtue, our life is a 'world away from the world' to us. We have adapted its flora and fauns. Of all the air that blows into our life, lifts our hope, and drives us to reality, something that can cause will be the thought of the buzzer that we couldn't play. And it is okay. But yet again our optimism awaits us. We sit in the room silently waiting for someone to knock. We grab hope and allow the realization to master. In near time (no one knows how much time it will be) we will realize that having 'no choice' is something for the 'greater good' that's instore in the little thing called 'DESTINY'…