For the people of Urumqi with love; Yulian

According to the sources there was a terrorist attack in an open air market in Urumqi, the region's capital, which left 39 people dead and 94 injured on May 20.

(http://www.chinadaily.com.cn/china/2014-05/30/content_17552753.htm)

i like to dedicate this essay for the People of Urumqi   

Any attack or any happening that breaks the peace and harmony or the quietness, calmness of any community or territory of human beings of this globe we live can not be considered something acceptable or enjoyable. This is not pre or pro of 1940 that filled the pages of the books of past, with the incidents of WWI, WWII, the Japanese or the Chinese, or US had to send their troops to wherever needed

Markets are normally the places where a huge number of people gather. Wars normally write the destinies of lives that live circling with various incidents of wars.        

though a government has to invest a lot of money to put a net to cover or protect the people of their land from any disputes , hazards, most importantly from all terror networks, by replacing copper or metal doors or covers, they have no choice they can't think of investing that money for something else to uplift the lives of their people, for health or transportation until the world come to a one stage or a plat foam to eliminate all types of terrorism from the entire universe we live, entirely and totally 

so the world, never forget that, we all have a responsibility and a task to perform, as a citizen of this globe to protect every inch of it       

Yulian

Her earrings,

Danced,

According to the tune of the instrument,

looked so old and traditional, yet crafted so elegantly,

Methodical and melodious

Holding close to his heart

Who was that unrecognizable heart?

Composing heart tunes for you

Dear, Yulian?

Was that the tune of your unshaken mind?

I saw her smiling,

What was on her mind?

What was written on her unwrinkled face?

I was given no chance to read

She was very far from me

Not near or here in Nugegoda

No she was not even in Beijing,

Was she thinking of her destiny,

quietly yet consciously?

No not possible to read her I tried my best

Her eyes and face were beyond the bamboo trees

Only the melodies can associate her

What did you really feel I should have asked her?

Minghao the composer or the tunes of the composer

No I was given no chance ask

What was written on her bright face so fresh like a bride?

How come she is so calm and quite?

I have only the questions to ask though ‘replies’ are mirages  

Was she thinking of her man, ran away from his destiny?

Her destiny,
from life, from reality, on the day of ‘bonding hearts’, on the days, man reads moon,

moon listens ‘quietly?’

Do the world, name these days differently?

How come that the man that you loved so much ‘absent’ and someone else was ‘present’ instead?

You can not call it ‘ignorance’ then how can you name it?

Perhaps ‘the DESTINY’

What does it really mean Yulian?

Do you know?

  

What is that river, Yulian
Looks so quite and calm

Amazing?

I have not seen such a river

So still, yet moving,

Ahead,

Carrying you two,

Towards ‘future’?

Oh! Pardon me

There was actually another one

Your ‘saozi’

Naughty yet loves you and became an inevitable writer of your destiny

She was the one who suggested ‘right’,many things like a ‘matchmaker’  

I often read faces

Why, Yulian

Why did you stepped out of the carriage,

So sacredly carrying your destiny towards the home of feathers, home of destiny?

That was inauspicious to do so?

Didn't you know that?

Remember who lend his palm to keep your feet, before touching the carriage of hopes’

Stepping out of your own nest of childhood is something different

No! No! Not towards the school of traditions

No! No! Not towards the library of rituals either

But towards the home of destiny, forgetting the moments mingled with peers

Laughed with tears

Not only you, dear Yuan

Many others do ‘this stepping out of nests of childhood’

And some,

Doing it repeatedly

Oh! No! No!

Not from the nest of childhood, that they repeatedly stepping out Darling

Perhaps yes

Stepping out and stepping in they know that they can do many any times

Towards the ‘nest of destiny’ from the ‘nest of childhood’

Do you know ‘why’?

Because the crafter of nest of childhood, your parents, they never ban you

They never abandon you

Teeny feathers knows this

How to teach these teeny feathers, dear Yuan, crafting nests is not a kindergarten play’  

Oh! Is it alright to call you darling, I forgot to ask you?

Sisters do call them ‘darling’

No poisons in that calling

What other nests have you seen?

Dear Yuan? Other than the nest of the crafters, the parents’

The nest of Mingxuan, was it made of feathers, so smooth?

Was it small or huge?

Was there enough of space for you to breath happily

What meaning this ‘space’ holds, dear Yulian

Do you know?

Did you closely view?

Are the walls strong, unbreakable?

Is it architectured with love?

There can not be many nests like that

One nest with many feathers and wings

I recommend

What about you , dear Yulian?

Tell me dear Yulian

How did you petaled that embroidery, on the carefully chosen silky surface,

So brilliantly?

Is it to cover the bed of roses or to wipe off the tears of sadness?

From where did you buy the threads?

Are those from ancient traditions?
The red ribbon of your devotion

Do you still wrap it around?

I am sure you do respect

Have you been to Xinjiang?

I do not like to welcome you to the day of 20 May 2014 to the market, Urumqi

I remember what happened in the town, on the day you accompanied the lady of the man you loved

Was the news she brought ‘heavy’ for you?

How are you going to welcome, ‘the little feathers’ of that love?

How are you going to hide the tears of destiny?  

The ethics

The rituals

Family customs and traditions

Were they a burden for you?

That is how the fresh ones thinks nowadays, not all though

Tell me, dear Yulian

Am I asking too many questions?

What is the difference between ‘sitting around with too many’ and ‘when no one is around’?

No answers I received

I noticed

A man with an instrument

Silently composing a melody

I am relaxed  

   

Take Care Xinjiang