SHE STILL WAITS..

She looked at the crystal waters of the lake. Except for the chirping birds, there was not a sound to be heard. She looked closer now. The light from the moon gave her wrinkled face a strange radiance. Her dry, charred lips smiled a baby’s smile. The light of the night hid the dark circles beneath her dull, grey eyes. Yet, they sparkled like twin diamonds peeking from a heap of burnt coal. Silver strands of her hair were pulled into a tight bun. She closed her eyes, drifting away to a world that was her very own.

As a child, she was the apple of every eye. Innocence and cheer streamed from the little girl’s face. There was not a single person who doted upon this little angel. As our angel grew, she developed wings, ready for a flight through the journey called life.

A young lass, a little mature for her age, she was a perfect blend of beauty with brains. She had the aura of a princess, the euphony of a fore-lone melody, the insight of a goddess. Love, kindness, humility, truth, forgiveness found abode in her soul. Her ethereal spirit made her an ethos of her times.

Like every other girl of her age, she too had dreams. Dreams of a young man who would sweep her off her feet and take her to the moon. A man who would share her soul like his very own. Her soul mate who would give her life its ultimate meaning. She lay wait for the time when her dream would come true…

She had her first and last heart break when she had just slipped into the bliss of womanhood. One stormy evening, by the sea, she had sensed her dream transforming into reality. She had met the man who defied her soul. They both had fallen in love!

Just when the two impeccable beings were to be bound by the sacred thread of marriage, death severed one of their lives. For a woman of her massif strength, she could survive the harsh twist of fate. Yet, she still waited…

As time flew, like it always does, she devoted her life to the less fortunate ones. Held by the shackles of effortless sacrifice, she grew to be an epitome of courage and hope to many. Like the waves of the sea that clasp the hot sands for a while, she was to lives thirsting for a bit of love and care. The heat from the aging years had melted her beauty, but it had failed to melt the tender heart that lay await for her dream to come true..

Swimming through the ocean of her memories, she came back to the shores of her present moments. The stillness of the dark waters found a companion in the loneliness of the night. Her comrade was nowhere to be found. Her patience now died a slow death. She took a step forward. As the vaults of heavens opened to safeguard its new found treasure, her wait finally ended!

You And I :P

Well, I am jobless. And when I am jobless I write fiction!
I dream,I write!

The pink blushing sun,

The suave blue sea,

Or was it just you and me?

The wide green earth,

The silver gleaming stream,

Or was it just you and me?

The soft pouring rain,

The last few drops of dew,

Or was it just me and you?

The wet whispering wind,

The silky shy trees,

Or was it just you and me?

The astral gaze of heaven,

The darkest secrets of the sea,

Or was it just you and me....

A void memory flung,in the vast violet sky,

It was always you

And never an ' I '!

SHATTERED!

I sat looking at the pelting rain drops. They felt so serene, anointed by the touch of the divine heavens, so chaste, showering the prolific earth with an emerald ebullience. The rain carried an astral fragrance with it; reminding me of the dusty memories lost somewhere in the silvery mist of yesteryears. I looked down; the marble floor below was damp too! I checked the windows. They were perfectly sealed, hiding my room from the outside world. The reflection in the mirror hanging in my room reminded me of a thirsty traveler in a desert looking for an oasis. I looked closer. I could see the fury outside being reflected in my eyes. No, it could not be the outside world being reflected in a crystal lake of emotions. It had to be my inner world, a world that lay hidden from the rest of the world. 

I looked at the photo frame on the table beside my bed. Six happy faces seemed to stare at me with a benign smile. As I took the photo frame in my trembling hands, realization hit me from all the sides. Every bit of me crumbled like star dust. Truth seemed too bitter to digest. Fury, disappointment, pain, loneliness all seemed to flood my world at one instance. Science was proved wrong. My anger was in no way evaporating my tears. Instead it acted as a catalyst.
These were the people I trusted, these were the people who knew about my darkest dreams, the ones who had at one point of time set me free from the shackles of hopelessness and today they were the same people who had bombarded my world in to a zillion pieces. The tender thread of trust had been severed, and I was thrown into a universe of nothingness.  The ones who never understood my words, would never understand my silence, the ones who could not respect my knowledge would never mock at my ignorance! 

Lost in my thoughts, I dropped the frame down. Surprisingly the glass shattered into just a few pieces. The photograph inside remained untouched. After a few trials, I was successful in fixing the glass pieces once again, yet cracks remained. The benign smiles now were unclear. I needed a new frame. This time, a much stronger one that could withstand my tempests of anger and misunderstandings. I had no heart to meddle with the photograph inside or the people in it. I picked up the phone to make a few calls. The rain had just then stopped outside.….