Friday, September 14, 2018

Du bist so Wunderbar Berlin! You are wonderful Berlin!

The sun’s rays arch through the trees beaming under a spell of magic. After four long days of being sulky, the sky, at last, appeared in blue. Berlin was in its hue of summer in the late autumn season. I was walking in a park with a weary heart, not originally planned, but just to get some fresh air and to sit somewhere. Homesick and far away. Not knowing exactly where I was going I followed the road opposite Brandenburg Gate. After a while, I discovered myself in the park Tiergarten. Just at that moment, I heard mumbling; I sprang up! Who was behind me? I felt nervous. looked back. No, no one was there. I stepped forward, one foot, two feet, three or more. The whisperings seemed like a hymn, like a small stream running in the deep rainforest. There is no one else: only the sculpture of the Poet Goethe: he stood in white marble facing upward holding a folded paper in his hand, so moving a statue it was as if it could express emotions. Surely am I deluded amidst the swinging trees that make me hear someone’s voice. And I can see him, the Poet surrounded by lyrics, drama and science, songs of sparrows, the dry whispers of leaves, and by the sobbing of poor grey stones lying just across the road.

How many days had the Poet stood there, pensive? How many people had waved goodbye and diminished, dust and earth? The air got thicker and thicker with nitrogen gas; were not the flowers blooming even after so many tragedies on earth? The stone image could not hold the grief and the ecstasy of life.

Across the field, in spite of the grey winter, the charm of green grass was still sparkling in the sunshine. I yearned for the warmth. The moment was fleeting, so was the sun. While strolling lazily, I saw them. Some rocks were set in a circle. I went closer to them. And then what touched my heart was the word ‘forgiveness’ inscribed on one of the rocks, I touched it; it soothed some pain spinning inside me. The four other rocks also enlivened me with a new meaning of life; ‘hope’ ‘love’ ‘peace’ ‘awakening’......

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