And I climb up the stairs, blinded by the blinding light of the blind sun. I stay, but I am in constant motion. I climb up and up and up to reach that top. That place where the sun is; that top where the light is born. I am a Climber.
I walk up the stairs slowly with measured steps and streamlined thoughts. I know success from failure, but not right from wrong. Everything, it has been said so for ages, is fair in love and war, so I start to define my climb and everything else within those two parenthesis. My climb is not easy; it needs dedication and hard-work, concentration and righteousness. I climb alone, it is not that I have always been alone; I have had companions throughout my journey. I have helped them with my experience and time. I have given them my time, yes and they have given me company and entertainment in return. I am not afraid to walk alone and I have not really wanted someone besides me, they are a distraction, a distortion to your plans. I chose solitude. But they say success is a magnet and you can’t help attracting people, they have come to me and have always been a pain after those initial days of freshness. They lose their fragrance and I wake up from the momentary interruption and start to climb up my stairs. I cannot deny the truth that hides in me and I want to bare it all, yes, I want an audience, I want them to witness my unflinching and defiant climb; I want them to writhe in pain, pain of jealousy. Well, this is what my journey is about, I am no Buddha and I have desires however tiny it may be. I am open to desires and I have no thought to be a Buddha. I have been born to be a Climber.
And as I climb I see people, wasting themselves away. I see a rose covered in dust but blooming, I see it when my stairs pass through the desert. I am not drawn to the beauty, and I don’t stoop low to pluck it and smell it, or put it as a show. I don’t see it, I just pass by it. Under the tutelage of haste, I held the orchids in desert in abeyance. I cannot get distracted; I am a Buddha when it comes to this. I am a Robot; programmed and efficient.
I see lovers in arms and I am awe struck by the eerie resemblance of the boy’s face to mine, sharing the same features; the sharp nose and tiny lips. The eyes are the same too, but his are moist and mine dry. His face seems lost but beautiful, mine is resolute and I don’t really care for how I look. But I spare a minute of my precious time to examine the couple lost in unyielding love. Love can’t keep us alive, Eagles. I see how the boy draws tendrils on the girl’s skin, tracing the veins below the polythene skin. He derives great pleasure and absolute bliss, and I think what the hell is this! And I spare another couple of minutes for the couple and look at them in earnest. I hear soft moans of pleasure escape the girl’s lips, and I see sudden spark lighting up the boy’s eyes. Moist eyes are wet now when the ears hear the words coming in slow breath from the girl’s lips. They seem lost, and I know they are losing a treasure. They, I see, have wasted a century sitting on the stairs, stagnant and dreamy. I see them laughing and smiling and occasionally looking up the stairs to the sun and adjusting themselves to warm their backs. I see them looking into each other’s eyes and getting closer, they don’t know the value of anything, the spendthrift couple are just centimeters away from each other’s face. I laugh meekly and turn my back to them and climb up. I have already lost a lot because of the conjurers, I cannot afford to stay longer I have mountains to conquer, I have the stairs to climb, I am a Climber.
And I know now what my life is going to be up there. I walk delighted and happy but the sorcerer still plays tricks inside my head and conjures images of them in eternal bliss. An illusion my heart is falling for. I come out of the trap with a wave of my hand and try to stay focused. I think of my lost time and climb towards my destiny, that I chose, unwavering and stronger than ever.
I jump up the stairs, now that the destination is near. It is like coming toward the end of a book, you rush through the last few pages to finish it off or to rather know how it ends. The last few stairs are the place where you waver, you tremble and you falter. I know all these and even though I rush, I know my way like the back of my hand, I am steady but fast. Well, I do not know how the back of my hand looks; I have always looked at the fairer side, the smoother side of everything. Dark doesn’t hold a meaning for me; this is why I am a Climber. I have a clear mind and a clear conscience, I know what I want. I come across diamonds strewn on the path, shining brightly under the bright evening sun giving the stones a rather pale hue, but they’re bright like stars. I look at them and see the Shaula and a little further the Antares, the Antares flickers constantly. I see the shape they form and I see diamonds everywhere now. I see Hamal, Dabih and Pollux. I see them all scattered on the stairs and I walk on. I climb. And just two steps below my mountain top, I stop. I have seen the stars somewhere; I have seen the shape the diamonds made on the floor, somewhere. Thousands of years ago, on the stairs, on these very steps, I had seen a couple. I had seen the diamonds in the lines and the curls that the boy made on the girl’s skin. I look up to the top, towards the sky; I see a lone sun and the sky devoid of all stars. I stare at the northern sky where I need to be and I see the Regulus falling down. I see them all fall down. I have to go up; I have to climb up no matter how the sky is; no matter if it is empty. I will reach there. I will climb. I am a climber.
The above extract has been taken from Kashiv’s diary, Delirium.
Image courtesy pinterest.
two thumbs up!!
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Thanks a lot.. glad you liked it…
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‘Blinding light of the blind sun’ – your writing style is so particularistic!
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Thank you Isha for commenting and appreciating, coming from a fellow writer it means a lot. Thanks.
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Well written.
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Thank you , Emily!
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Liked it a lot 🙂
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Thank you, Soiba! Really Appreciate your reading the post and commenting.
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Beautifully written, felt like I was there.
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Thank you. Glad you liked it.
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Well written…New style of putting idealistic thoughts through…
Thoroughly enjoyed reading all the way
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Thanks a lot , Radhika! Thank you for sharing your time to read my work.
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Wow… how did I not discover your writings earlier…
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But now you found it and stopped by it… Thanks a lot, Yuki! Your writings are wonderful…!
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Thank you so much!!
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Beautifully written..vikash. 🙂
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Thank you, Seema!
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I am a climber, and I will try not to stop myself. Keep writing and make us think more..
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Thanks a lot Nikz
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Hi there! I’ve nominated you for the Liebster Award:
https://happymesshappiness.wordpress.com/2018/01/05/liebster-award-5
Have a great day! 🙂
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Thank you so much for nominating me.. It really does mean a lot.
You’ve made the day great.
Take care. 😊
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More great days to come! Happy new year! 😊😊
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Thanks, happy new year to you! Enjoy each moment…
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Wow! I wish I could write like this. You have immense talent. I was mesmerised! Where do you get your ideas from? Are these inner journeys? Amazing…Powerful. Truly beautiful. Thank you. And thank you too, for supporting me🌻
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You’re too kind… Thanks a lot for your words. And I really appreciate your encouraging comment. You have a great blog and it’s my pleasure to read your work.
Thanks.
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Vikash, I see that someone else got there sooner but I was planning to also nominate you for the LIEBSTER AWARD. It’s there if you have the energy but I completely understand if you have too much on. Ive linked your blog anyhow. Nice to know two people wanted to nominate you though!
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Thanks a lot. I have no words to thank you…😊
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Vikash, I believe I need to send you the link to The LIEBSTER AWARD here it is…
https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/75293081/posts/1724820842
Warmest wishes
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I can’t believe I have been nominated by two amazing people for an award. Thank you so much..
You’ve made me hope in my blog. 😉
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Thank you so much for nominating me.. It really does mean a lot.
You’ve made the day great.
Take care. 😊
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P.S. as far as where-the-ideas-come-from is concerned this blog post has our answer.
ishaisms.wordpress.com/2018/01/02/words-words-words/
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Glad you liked my work. Thanks a lot for commenting.
You have an amazing blog, Bojana. I loved the way you write..
Keep smiling and don’t let the search end.😃
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Never.
And thanks for this. The feeling is mutual then.
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Yeah.. keep smiling.
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The extract may be from ‘delirium’ but has been expressed with such clarity! Enjoyed the journey through it:)
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Thanks a lot, Vaish!
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… you are right on the top, there…!
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Thanks a lot, B!
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Of course!
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Thanks a lot, B! 😄
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Love it. Extremely well written!! “Polythene skin” really caught my eye. I could visualize everything you have written.
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Glad you liked it! 😊
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Wonderful write up ✌✌
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Thanks a lot, Jiyo!
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Beautifully written ❤️
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Thank you, wandersposts!
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May you always climb towards a golden sun!
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Thank you, Silent Hour!
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Superb 👌 . Your writing style is unique and intriguing one. Thanks for following my blog . I will read more of your posts . Creative writing 👍
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Thanks Shayra! I really appreciate your stopping by my blog and reading.
You’re a wonderful writer ! I liked your blog a lot.😃🙌
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Thanks a lot . You made my day special . I read your blog and you have amazing contents. 👌
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Thank you so much… The pleasure is all mine.😊
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I just this moment finished a short climb up seven flights to my apartment – so picked this title as my first sampling of Vikash!
Entirely fabulous; your ascent held my attention and at times I read out loud for impact. 😊 Very glad to find you!
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Thank you, Diana! Glad you liked it.
Well, a few hours ago, I was feeling the same about coming across your blog. Your comment encourages me. Take care!
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Smiles here!!
Talk soon, kind man 😌
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Here too…😊
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Ohk Mr. Climber who is Kashiv ??
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Kashiv, is a victim of his own thoughts. He has always lived in the shadows, so, nothing more is known about him. I write what I read in his journals.
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Ohk!!! 😦😦😦 he is an interesting guy🙃🙂🙂 wanna read more about his thoughts ……. he has amazing world inside of his head 🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃
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Haha… Yeah.. I think so too.. Havana😂😂
Thank you, Enni! Shine!!!
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Excellent photo choices to go with this thought-provoking text.
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Thanks a lot, russiababy1!😊
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Hi! Thanks for visiting my blog! I am curious about your writing… Is it fiction? Or is the poetic/narrative voice representative of your own thoughts? You obviously have the heart and soul of a philosopher-poet. I enjoyed my visit here. Thank you!
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Hey! You’ve said it. My writing is all that you’ve questioned. It is fiction where my thoughts are narrated in a poetic way. Thanks a lot for your kind words, it really means a lot..
And I enjoyed your paintings, Lynn.
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