The Mud of the World

My mother would have kept me close to her bosom

My father would have always held my hand

They would never have let me go out into the world

For the world is nothing but mud and mud.

 

But I so much wanted to explore the world

I so much wanted to escape from their grasp

That I pushed them away and extended my arms

For I had a belief so false, so absurd

That I would fly and go higher and higher

What happened however is what I should have expected

I fell into the mud of the world

Like all the others like everyone else.

 

I looked at myself and found someone else

A creature stained and smeared with mud

The more I tried to clean it away

The more it stuck to my body and soul.

 

Finally I gave up like everyone else

And let it cover me from toe to head

When it had clogged my eyes as well

I turned blind to its presence in the world

And saw like everyone else

A clean and beautiful place

Where money was god

Where hatred was father

And envy was mother.

 

The mud I had felt repulsed to once

Now I wanted to dive deeper in it

Deeper and deeper

As deep as I could.

 

Mud I ate and mud I excreted

Mud I inhaled and mud I exhaled

Even my pores did not secrete sweat

But mud and mud

Nothing but mud

Only mud just mud.

 

And then I had a moment of realization

I saw finally what I had become

Now I felt repulsed once again­­­

I wanted to return to my sweet parents

Who had tried so much

To save my soul from this damned world.

 

But reality struck me like a nail in the head

When I saw my parents too covered in the mud

Stained with blood

Smeared with semen

Already too deep in the mud

Already so much deeper than me

Yet trying so hard

Striving every moment

To go deeper and deeper

Deeper and deeper.

 

It was then that I looked into the sky

And saw a few souls flying high

Clean and pure as I had wanted to be

Yes they were very few

But they were there and anyone could be.

 

I fought the mud once again

My soul and mind tried once again

The mud tried to clog my eyes and cover my soul

But I wouldn’t ever let it again.

 

You wouldn’t believe what happened next

The mud now felt repulsed from me

What had scared me so much earlier

Now felt scared of me.

 

Then came the moment of freedom

When it finally pushed me away

Away from itself and towards the sky

At the very moment I was carried up

By the arms of the sky I had never seen before

I flew higher and higher

Higher and higher

Away from the mud away from the world

Towards the God towards the Lord

Higher and higher

Higher and higher.

Reviews

[jesserose99]

This is another amazing piece of art Ranbir...I am glad you posted something else. The mud of the world is everywhere and it is so hard to feel clean, but we all have it within... our own inner...shower so to speak. we just have to find it...and it sounds like you have in your connection with God. We all could learn from connecting to something outside of ourselves. Lovely!!

[Ranbir Singh]

Thanks a lot jesse
Yeah I'm kind of moody when it comes to writing.
I can only write when I really feel the urge for it
Other than that there is the compulsion of my studies that keeps me away from writing.

[Willard Wells]

In the end we we hope and often look forward to leaving the mud of an ugly world and be called home to our God. Well done piece.

"To save my from this damned world." to "To save me from this damned world."

Peace out.

[Ranbir Singh]

Thanks a lot Willard.
Keep reading.

[Ranbir Singh]

and thanks for the correction