THE FIVE WINDOWS
The five windows
I am alive!
Because I am aware
On the difference between here and cara menghapus virus (izumi-fc-hp.lolipop.jp) there
Through the five windows
In the beginning…
It was a flicker of light …
After what seemed to be
The endless night…
A glare of reality bounced of emerging objects
Of which a tiny fragment of it
Registered in my juvenile mind
…I must have thought to myself:
Twinkle… twinkle…
Little star
How I wonder…
What you are
I grew up to discover that
The difference between the enlightened man
And a frightened man
Depends
On the first person who would discern change…
To the shortest range
…It is perceived by the society
That an ‘able-bodied’ man
Is the one… in whom
The aggregate effect created
By the sensory impulses
Which are simultaneously drawn…by the brain
Stirs him to respond ‘normally’…
But it is an anomaly
That I grew up in a world
Where I had come to discard this notion:
‘…that any man who does not satisfy this biological process
Is a disabled man! Something is missing…’
For me
A window apparently shut down for one…
Could mean an increment
In the volume of the mind
Paralyzed; deaf; dumb… or blind
Does not correlate
With being handicap
I watched notable figure
On a tour in my town
He crossed the path of a ‘cripple’;
The last man standing
On the boulevard
The time was 1.am:
He braved the day’s stampede
And the night’s cold
Just to receive an autograph
On his journal
_ He was truly the number one fan_
The crowd of fans had dispersed long ago.
The man
Was making for the cab
Having finished his concert
_obviously unoccupied_
But I was shocked:
In a mockful scorn,
The celebrity ignored
The heartfelt gesture
From his number one fan
I was the only one
Who witnessed firsthand…
As events unfolded
I walked up to the dejected man…
The told me something
That changed my life:
From now on boy!
I will be my own hero.
…………………………………………………………..
The next day,
I saw a visually impaired boy walking along the corner
Holding some walking stick
Under the harsh rays of the sun
Wearing a tinted pair of glasses
I gaped…:
He spotted a ditch before him (without his sight).
The remaining four of the senses
Had assumed responsibility (I inferred)
Somehow the speed of light transmutes to sound
And he avoided the ditch
……………………………………………………………………………………………..
I heard an account from my math teacher
About an obstacle a woman did surmount:
This is an individual
Who many would have pitied….
It seemed as though
There was no photon of light
In her world
All her windows were shut,
Except the sense of touch_
She was even rendered incapable
Of literally smiling or frowning_
But still
Her lifeline was her paw
She used it find her way in reality
She used it to raise herself
To ‘mighty’ heights in intellect
She made it in life! In a grand style
And paralyzed her critics and suppressors
Once and for all
It is common knowledge that she read countless books
But it is a scary fact that she ‘read moving lips’…
His account seemed incredible:
My classmates found it uneasy
To grasp the theme
Of this true life story
I thought to myself
She wouldn’t be bothered if
No one draws inspiration…
From the signals she is sending
This is her reality;
She is a living legend!
From her story I deduced that
Life is embedded in logic;
Not thoughtless perception of the senses
…………………………………………………..
There would be no end
If I go ahead
To relate countless memoirs
Of physically challenged men and women
Who overcame great odds…
To leave indisputable legacies
Setting life records
Which I know
Would bring the best
Out of beings of lofty standards
I drifted from the theme
So I returned inward
The star I had seen
When I was a child
Made more meaning…
It ascribes perfect symmetry:
Light radiating concurrently…
Such that if the rays would return to the same point
If they drew backwards
I could picture five judges
On its edges of the star
Giving the same verdict
To effect order
On reality’s proceedings
And referring to the same code
In conclusion, the windows to reality
May be five or less
But a living being
Is oriented to reality
At some vantage point:
A logical standard spelling
Man’s disposition to the implications
Of life
With this new outlook
The journey of life has just begun
At blink of an eye
I see a visually impaired person
As one whose imagination is unique and beautiful;
I see a person struck with stroke
As a stoic;
I see a dumb person
As one who harbors a ground breaking speech;
I see the deaf
As one who hears in ultrasound
Even if the olfactory is shut down
The ether of dreams clings to the nasal walls
I have come of age now
But the experience
I gathered along the way
Had made me a better man
My senses have lived their lifespan
And I am glad I lived to disprove…
The myth the society once had
Of physically challenged peoples
It is as if
The windows are closing one by one
It may be my last blink;
It may be the moment
The doctor declares that I had passed away…
In blissful memory