My blanket is not the only terrain of turmoil. I look around myself and I see an absolute expanse of walls narrowly containing a universe longing for lost touch of its freedom, drained and dissolving, reciting rhymes of supreme domination and then a sudden destruction. These walls arresting me and my universe, now proudly govern life, unfazed by pains and prayers of their captive, culprit, convict world. Draconian and despotic, just when these heartless walls stand firm, drowned in power, my eyes trace humble origins of a new life setting to rise. I see a crease of desquamating flakes crawling and climbing the surface of these walls, in silence. Eternal dust, immortal earth in little particles of sand, grit, cement emerge along the line of this crease. And all of a sudden, they are everywhere, appearing from all edges and corners of room, some too faint, some with frightening extensions, turning into crevices, fissures and cracks. They all appear to be merging into each other in embryonic attempts, uniting their asymmetric strengths as if to defeat the repression of these walls. They represent just another frame of rise, rebellion and ruin.
For a once- tremendously thundering world brought to its knees by a submicroscopic entity with cosmic possession, where the prominent resplendence of human presence has been reduced to a deserted quarantined existence, where commerce and capital erected on ashes and shreds of other life forms have been overturned by unimagined renaissance of nature, where the monstrous establishments of human life have been dismantled by molecular clusters of carbon- mere protein, RNA creations that govern our lives and deaths today yet which are, so ironically, neither precisely living nor dead themselves; a virus has unmasked long denied and discarded realisations.
The universe that grows emptier, slips into a void with human existence dissolving into isolation, piece by piece, layer by layer, word by word. It liberates the spaces it had curfewed for other creations so far and whispers some of its hard-hitting revelations. It speaks of a vibrant explosion that it was borne from and a dynamic course of evolution that followed, during which countless species of animals, plants and microorganisms flourished, diverged and perished. Their natural ecological niches were well marked and put into a self-sustained unbroken continuum of energy exchange with environment.
Important to learn that the essential substratum of universe had always been in a constant state of Darwinian “turbulence” that balanced all life forms naturally and impartially. The “impermanence” that underlined this flux of universe had generated a harmonious relation, where “differences” and “diversities” were blended into a syncretic coexistence until the race of evolutionarily most advanced humans arrived. Equipped with supreme level of speech, sense, language, consciousness, emotion, art, culture, civilisation, mobility, we soon snatched the imperial sceptre of power from the undisturbed nature and assumed an unrestrained dominance over universe. The very inability to accept the foundational core of universal “impermanence” and “mortality” made humans intolerant and predacious in their attempts to homogenise all creations of nature into commercially profitable investments, natural habitats of viruses and microorganisms were plundered exposing them to look for new hosts, trees and wildlife were razed, ecological cycles collapsed, religions were bankrupted by hatred, terrorism, pollution, climate change, nuclear warfare, global warming, oppression were installed as norms, destruction became a culture and thereon, humans evolved into pernicious and hazardous biological fascists.
The Covid- 19 crisis looming over us might just be a nature’s attempt of “Malthusian” revenge or reclaim– that remains a thing of subjective perception, but to me, it is an insight into what the wounded nature screams as it walks me through forgotten truths of good old times. It teaches me how things should have always been, through all these metaphysical intimations and poetic manoeuvres. These are evident lessons on “turmoil” and “impermanence” relevant to these times when the allocated boundaries of our existence had been broken.
Moon and stars shining as rulers of night are overpowered by waves of dark clouds. The arrogant thunders of these clouds are silenced by rising rustle of winds which inturn are defeated by absolute spread of silence. The usual chaos that ruled the roads is now replaced by a lifeless calm. The violent noise on faces is now enslaved by fibres of mask. The succession continues even in my room where silence is overturned by sounds of breaths which are then drowned by racing beats of heart. Threads printed on my blanket are rendered useless by strands of wool. The firm cemented dominance of walls is shaken by creases and cracks. Grains of earth and particles of soil arising from these cracks remind the mighty walls of their disremembered elemental origins as does this virus to all of us. This, constructs and confirms the universal contrast of dynamic existence – a life juxtaposed with a fall, a creation coexisting with a completion- all commanded ultimately by supreme nature. But what still begs our attention is- “Is this enough to accept the possibility of our own extinction?”