A beautifully shattered mind....

 To put together his broken mind was not easy for it was your mind that had to be broken first in order to understand his

Even in his shattered mind, they saw the bright hues of compassion, they saw how brilliantly his dull gold now withered courage would shine if polished.

He had given up eternal pleasures to ignite  personas like his own and  Kindle them into blazing infernos that would illuminate not only their lives but of those around them,  even as the threads of the time fabric  itself tugged at him 

Through entreaty he convinced them to let him stay and fix one more life - as he always did just so that others who had befallen the same misfortune as he would find a way to live with their mind scattered in a million places all at once , so they would be able to make peace with the fact that this was a revelation , a perpetual reality.

He put together their broken minds only to build a soul more beautiful than ever before, one who bore wounds proudly. 

He  gave in abundance, unafraid that one day when he had given it all away, there would be nothing left for him, that he would be broken again, but he knew, he was broken once and though he would never be what he once was, he believed that he could find himself again if only to get lost in his unending empathy for disturbed minds. And so he would give and give till he could no more just to see a blank canvas infused with colours he crafted beautified

by the undertones of the life once lived  

He looked forward to the day the seed he so lovingly watered and nurtured in the icy wasteland would blossom into a tender sapling with a crown made of a tender green leaf- an existence he could turn to to find strength and to share it's hope when he his own had abandoned him

He looked for ways to find the light that lived in the cracks of his mind and of those like him, how he could use the same light to give them warmth in the storm - quite similar to how the entire sky  lights up when a whiplash of lightning strikes it ; if only for the sliver of a second

He searched for the beauty in a broken piece of a once elaborate piece of pottery and realized that it was the broken fragments of a variety of royal pieces of workmanship that made the most beautiful, diverse and valuable work of hand that was ever made

He realised having a shattered mind meant bearing the scars of battles that no ordinary individual with commendable  skills could have survived , he understood that it meant being brave in a way that is seldom appreciated but is still and ironically so the most challenging

Albeit he kept fulfilling the demands  of his novel habit of healing he never realised that he was doing something revolutionary that would someday soon if not today bring about a silent yet deafeningly loud revolution that would change the world for the better .

And mankind would have him to thank for that , although he would perhaps be long gone by then, he would be able to risk a glance downward towards the once harsh world that he had humbled, to find for the first time a sense of stability and security - the relief that those like him were now loved as if there never was anything wrong with them!

I saw him in the stars , smiling that endearing, compassionate smile that had healed so many , in his eyes I saw happiness and that I thought was the most miraculous thing I had ever seen!

~Ananyaa Joshi