Dear Esteemed Readers, this writing may you found weired and illogical, and so I submit my apology in advance for any annoyed readership. Still I dare and mean to post it, I am bit nervous to draw it towards its end, and let me first see any one like it to put its SECOND PART, surely end of this writing is as vague as its start, middle and every bit, so please not be annoyed for else…it may be your cup of tea, or may not be…
Kind Regards
Imprsssionist
WANAAAAAAAAA A BUY RED ROSES…???
A boy was selling very special flowers, though he remained indifferent to many interested buyers. A girl with face flashing with pure and innocence, like of full moon, and star eyes igniting her modesty and brilliance, fell to bid for the flowers.
Girl: Hey seller, can I buy these flowers?
Boy: yes, they are waiting for the special seller
Girl: why their colour and fragrance look a kind of special?
Boy: I dyed these white flowers with my blood of ‘core heart’, and all fragrance (of truth and sincerity) comes from there.
Girl: So you are not selling flowers but yourself. What price tag you put on?
Boy: I want to exchange these flowers for ‘a moment’ of the buyer, to be mine.
Girl: Getting red with anger and shame, but sticking to be patient, to ask –how could you sell life (matter of moments) for such low and uncertain return?
Boy: Life is a pursuit, every pursuit aims at destiny, every destiny is a pause – just a moment. So I do not think I am gambling.
Girl: Yes you are. There is no as such moment of accomplishment- we can hand to it but we can grapple with it - ‘a moment of sinner and a moment of pious saints may be equal. We can only hover around such moment but we cannot get in till we have breath. So ‘a moment’ you would get in return would be ‘a moment’ of pursuit in itself of other fellow being - we all in pursuit, as per our moral and intellectual stature and the destinies are not written for the earthly creatures, in this Divine scheme - but they could be falsely made in Scheme of desires - not more than but innocent illusions or fascinating toys of the kids.
Boy: Wish knows nothing; the price is neither negotiable nor arguable. Piety and modesty is accomplishment and you have it, and I also wish to buy them, making this sale.
Girl: What a transaction is to be called benefiting either party. Piety comes from adhering to advised rules in your practice it could not comes by wishing or buying, swapping. Piety and is a chain, and if I lost a bit, I am lost for all. Neither you would get nor would I and the flowers would be dried and withered, world would become uglier, not we here to make it beautiful and so ourselves, by advising and complying nothing but what is wise and truth.
Boy: People wishes are like their picking-up of things which they deem bringing beauty to their home and beings and soul, may be for instant or illusionary moments, I do not know, all I know , in my childhood, I was fond of catching butterflies and running after them, with bare and wounded feet. I never get them as many as my wounds, so I never learn doing deals of truly or seemingly profitable…. And I got to grow too old fool to learn it, from your enlightened wisdom. And your inner , and thoughts are beautiful and I need beauty which I devoid, by having from others—like not planting the seeds for plant…Surely I could not argue with you, and I am not in denial what you said, I am lost but I found myself what I wish and what I quoted to you, with due reverence.
Girl: Look, I just want to buy these immaculate flowers with immaculate ways. The buyers can pay what they can afford and personally possess. What you meant for price is meant for me to be a trust ,nothing is mine, I am just trustee, wish to be away from mistrust – If someone entrusts you with ‘trust’ pay back his or her ‘trust’. If my moment, let me reiterate, means any finished thing, as return, then I reached to the supreme objective for which I am being created, since it is like getting eternal and so sure success leading to felicity and eternal salvation. Eternal things in this mortal world are not achievable, so not let me be so living in fool’s paradize…Continued, if worthy of it.
Kind Regards
Impressionist