Life comes to halt right in the middle of a road when two rivers run in opposite directions. One dancing down in gloom and the other tossing its waves to the sky, making us to listen endless and ruthless beating which often ends at the T.V. screens with verbal missiles hitting every heart and soul to torment the audience beyond repairs. These wayward waves not only reach to agoras but it hits the stands as well in the form of headlines and repeated morgues at the T.V. screens. In response to it, people react. Every reaction is the outcome of action. And action ends at the reaction. Reactions are both vibrant and volatile. We react for we believe we have been taken to task by uncalled action and we act in response to it only to be dumped under a heap of debris.
The flow of the rivers can never be controlled, but then we have to manage the shores and bays not to be soft targets of powerful waves that know the business of ruining the civilizations. People have developed a habit of shooting the breeze to ease their much condensed chests which seems sealed and cemented for want of audience. The way their narrative carry latent antipathy loaded with bad humor, it is imagined that such rush of blood may create an unimaginable chasm that can never be filled. The demand of such a fissure may ask for human skulls and mutilated limbs of millions who may be unknown to the grounds of their death. Living on the shores of such diverse rivers, the inhabitants have to live under a constant threat of being washed away someday for unknown reasons.
It is also possible that such diverse rivers may bring together such sturdy waves that may ruin the inhabitants living on the edges at the mercy of ‘flow’. Before this pulsating pulse is diffused into the society through these micro screens, bridges and dams must be constructed to divert the rush. If this rush is encouraged or if allowed to break barriers, it may lead to holocaust. A joint effort is what time demands. A complete mutual trust can bring logs together to stop the reverse flow; a bilateral trade of understanding aided with love is what these furious rivers need immediately.
Without chewing the fat, responsible citizens across the edges must come at fore to calm down the sky touching waves of hatred which if left unaddressed may even ruin the wreckage of humanity. The ‘Flow’ which has currently taken a wide of the mark route must be traced, treated and redressed. The task is undoubtedly gigantic enough to be set on in one go, but continuous and bilateral ties must not be fixed like an iron pole at the gate of hope, but flexible modus operandi must be given endless chances to settle the rush of rivers. No hard and fast rule atleast at this juncture should come before the stakeholders. The only purpose must be to stop the rivers to flow in opposite direction leaving at bay personal and regional dissimilarities.
The wound must be treated in a way not to leave a bad scar behind. The ointment of love and understanding must be only choice of the surgeons living across the beds. Noble are the hands that heal a carefree wound left unaddressed and uncared and undignified are the hands that damage the tissue beyond restoration. Surgeons across the beds must work honestly to discourage leaks at crucial junctures which otherwise may ruin the hard work of noble men who are out to save humanity from the disaster of flood amidst of tornadoes of hatred and misunderstanding.
Amidst of this remedial work, some more souls must take a giant stride to block illegal channels that discover an easy link to be one with the flow somewhere at blind curves to prevent the water from contamination. It is the duty of one and all to work sincerely not to pollute the water that flows through the veins of the rivers which often change the route owing to infiltration through backwater channels. Efforts must be on without delay to let the people to live and rely on the water that flows across their fields carrying sweetness from one end and the fertility from the other, then only living at the edges carry weight and meaning. Incarnadine patches may find their presence in the flow to address one and all. It must not be a routine to see human race flowing in the rush. Let the water carry minerals to nurture the fields and not the men whose mutilated bodies are tossed and dumped at the shores. The colour of the water must remain transparent, let no blood and brutality ever makes it distasting.
Poet and Fiction Writer. He is the author of “Feeble prisoner, “ Wings of Love” and many translation works are credited to the author like “ Verses Of Wahab Khar” and “ Songs Of Sochkral”
