Essential existence...

he looked at his existence...
Rewinding the tape
Of his journey so far...
Back and forth...

And he spotted on super slow
that bakul tree...
Beside their kitchen...
And the palm trees
Which were his companions...
he climbed them...
didn't he?
And that water tank
with  spiral iron cast stairs...
And the April Fool's Day auditorium
Filled with wooden chairs...
he as a participant
To a playlet...
A debate with a definite but stretchable motion...
'Language is nothing if it does not embellish one...'
And a swimming pool with greenish blue tiles...
A belle dancing to Mary Hopkin's song...

And now to his present age
The tape running stopped...
he looked at the screen...
Full of blue...
And other hues...
White...
Violet...
Red...
Saffron...

And full of only essence...

Then he asked her...
his mother
In frame...
Eternalised...

'hey mom...
You know who i am...
Surely you know...
So...
Here's a question...
Tell me...
What precedes what-
existence or essence?'

Knowing he was foolish
he just looked at the picture...
Waiting not for her
To answer...

But for Him...

And the white blossoms
Placed by her
The picture...
One fell
he by reflex it caught...
(the window was open
And a light breeze was always welcome into the room...)
he looked at the white blossom on his palm...
White...
he got her smell...
So essential...
closing his eyes...
he tried to float...

And envisioned...
All trees he had seen in his life
Kanchan...jasmine...tuberose...
All...

he thought he got the feel of whiteness
An essence...
Peace...

'essence precedes
existence...'

he did concede...
And felt
Him once again...
One time more...
Pure.

(note: 'existence precedes essence';this idea is an inspiration to this piece of scribble...however, in non existential terms, for there is no idea of God in existential thoughts)