A RISING CASTLE

There are so many questions in my mind which questions every existing thing on this Earth. From giggles of my daughter to the cry in my neighborhood, from the smiles of my angel to the  pain of my mother. It questions the rules and the regulations of our society, our system. It questions the few rules that we created and imposed on ourselves with everyone’s consent and also the millions of rules that our creator entangled us into it forcibly like 144. People wear t-shirts quoted ‘being human’ on the chest but when I see it, I feel this is the most dangerous question I have came across. What is the purpose of being human? Why are we here on this beautiful crust? Why humans have a sense of attachment? Why our world is motionless when we lose our real attachments? There are endless whys, all of them unanswered. This world is living with or without me but a son left living for the living god he believed in. He was never wrong and will never be. He is castle but the entangled laws of some universal power has drowned his strength. Now, he has become tender, delicate, crumble but not from outside, from inside. From outside he is still a castle, a guard with armour to protect.
I know him. We have some most amazing memories together, every bit of it unforgettable but my questions even asks me some dangerous whys about my purpose, my role, my part being played or to be played to keep the word ‘bhai’ together, reinforced, glued to each other. I don’t know why my eyes were brimming with tiny droplets when I heard some never witnessed trembling voice. I was stoned and  blacked out. I curse those unhuman words I said but I still believe in the unknown bond we share. I know, I will witness a new morning and he will be the true sunshine but I am afraid of the darkness before its rise. I am afraid of the consequences of some of those entangled rules and I fear the worse question I created.