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Moon light shining thin and bright, thinner and a little brighter, this change in intensity is caused due to heavy clouds swarming the dark sky. Stars twinkling some here and there, drenched through holes made by the race of those thick clouds. They don't stay still for even a single moment. They race past my existence, as if they are on for a win and I am looking at these mysteries with transfixed eyes.
One moon and this huge sky above my head, what courage does it confines in itself that it has this desire to lull darkness in it's full cry....alone, in the dark...and yet...since centuries, it's fate unsurpassed, it's desire unfulfilled, and it's achievement.... well it doesn't say, actually, it might doesn't even know, it doesn't even care. Seems as if it's happy in what it does, giving out light, without asking anything in return, anything.
And I am watching this extravagant festival of twinkling lights, these shades of blue, moon's indispensable yet obligatory smile, and it makes my heart smile as well, for I see no other reason to make myself aloof of such charismatic event and claim to be unmoved. Ooh yes I have a heart, a heart that's got it's own brain, it's own soul, it's own existence.
And my heart tells me to relax, she would be coming soon. She would be on her way. She would make it back in no time.
A few moments later nature turns its tides on my festival. Thicker clouds take their course. They are more subtle and organized; covering the last remaining features of what was once a moon. Darkness crept with all its hideous features and moon light died faintly, inevitably.
Droplets; the first one struck some where deep in my heart, gave earth its bathe and freshness. Rain that makes u feel like you are naked when it's cold droplets hit your neck and eventually soak up your cloths, and some where some how, they were also immersing my last lingering optimism.
Here I am, in this rain, freezing temperatures, cold blooded God forsaken rain and...Where are you?
My heart, with the slightest remaining stroke of beat makes a sigh. May be she would be coming after this rain, maybe she wont, maybe she's stuck. God knows but there might be something abstracting her path, you are not there how would you know. And so, I hold on to this last, faint, slim, enduring feather.
It's been ages now but that feather have not seized to spun it's dances in the air, a territory where even winds have become my enemy, that feather have always been flying, flying with colors, making my heart a feather with it's soar and lift.
And comes a passer by, asks me what I am doing here, alone, in this deserted land. I say nothing. He comes near and taps my shoulder, waiting for some response. I give him a smile, yet spit nothing. He looks into my eyes and says , 'You have the eyes of a man, I knew before. You must have seen endless moonlights'.
I confirmed his answer with a nod. He took my hands into his and said in the most exquisite manner...'Tell me about her'
It was the first time I looked carefully into his eyes, those blue, icy cold eyes. They showed glimpses of familiarity. I hesitated, but for those, ever seeking, ever questioning, curious and quizzical eyes:
'She', I replied... 'She', I replied. 'She's a rainbow to me, and in her, I found colors that no other creature can reflect upon my heart. She's gone but told me she would return, and since then, I have been waiting for her, dusk and dawn, day and night, no matter what's the sight. I am always here, waiting for her to come, to come to me, and I have lost count, I have lost my senses but I have never lost this sight, this spot...I replied with a touch of relief.
He asked me intently...' Would you like to join her where ever she was?
And I was breathless.
For a moment I thought about that feather: what gave the feather the power to fly, yet without wings and a tail, it flies, flies higher than any eye could trace it. Now I knew, not wings and tails made the feather fly, but ... but it was hope...it was that hope.
I asked those blue eyes, clutching those hands I asked those icy eyes, now warming my entire existence' Can you? '
He gave me a nod. I thought I saw a thousand moons shining brightly like sun in this desolated darkness.
Suddenly I began to fly, fly like a feather. He was holding my hand and we were lifting weightless like we have just defied gravity, and my heart, that lingering last hope, it was a mountain now.
As I was going through those heavy rainy clouds, I looked at the moon. It was also smiling. it's lights amplified by a thousand times, making way for me into this gloomy hollow space, in the darkness.
And for once I felt I am leaving someone behind me.
But the moon would stay there for ever, giving light and making men like me to hold on to that last beat, this night and every other night to follow. I prayed for Moon to be free one day.
One day we would all fly...like feathers. I said my farewells to my friend the moon and set off, set off to my destination.
The moon ... is still among us, alone. Waiting for sun to once again dawn upon us, and who knows...
One day...they would be united as well.
In anticipation, lets hope.
One moon and this huge sky above my head, what courage does it confines in itself that it has this desire to lull darkness in it's full cry....alone, in the dark...and yet...since centuries, it's fate unsurpassed, it's desire unfulfilled, and it's achievement.... well it doesn't say, actually, it might doesn't even know, it doesn't even care. Seems as if it's happy in what it does, giving out light, without asking anything in return, anything.
And I am watching this extravagant festival of twinkling lights, these shades of blue, moon's indispensable yet obligatory smile, and it makes my heart smile as well, for I see no other reason to make myself aloof of such charismatic event and claim to be unmoved. Ooh yes I have a heart, a heart that's got it's own brain, it's own soul, it's own existence.
And my heart tells me to relax, she would be coming soon. She would be on her way. She would make it back in no time.
A few moments later nature turns its tides on my festival. Thicker clouds take their course. They are more subtle and organized; covering the last remaining features of what was once a moon. Darkness crept with all its hideous features and moon light died faintly, inevitably.
Droplets; the first one struck some where deep in my heart, gave earth its bathe and freshness. Rain that makes u feel like you are naked when it's cold droplets hit your neck and eventually soak up your cloths, and some where some how, they were also immersing my last lingering optimism.
Here I am, in this rain, freezing temperatures, cold blooded God forsaken rain and...Where are you?
My heart, with the slightest remaining stroke of beat makes a sigh. May be she would be coming after this rain, maybe she wont, maybe she's stuck. God knows but there might be something abstracting her path, you are not there how would you know. And so, I hold on to this last, faint, slim, enduring feather.
It's been ages now but that feather have not seized to spun it's dances in the air, a territory where even winds have become my enemy, that feather have always been flying, flying with colors, making my heart a feather with it's soar and lift.
People argue and disagree, quarrel and flee, but for this heart to set free...
They say I am a madman, and yet, I live another day, and die another glee...
Heaven have looked upon my soul, and I have showed no spree
for my heart has his own master, its own Door, its own key
They say I am a madman, and yet, I live another day, and die another glee...
Heaven have looked upon my soul, and I have showed no spree
for my heart has his own master, its own Door, its own key
And comes a passer by, asks me what I am doing here, alone, in this deserted land. I say nothing. He comes near and taps my shoulder, waiting for some response. I give him a smile, yet spit nothing. He looks into my eyes and says , 'You have the eyes of a man, I knew before. You must have seen endless moonlights'.
I confirmed his answer with a nod. He took my hands into his and said in the most exquisite manner...'Tell me about her'
It was the first time I looked carefully into his eyes, those blue, icy cold eyes. They showed glimpses of familiarity. I hesitated, but for those, ever seeking, ever questioning, curious and quizzical eyes:
'She', I replied... 'She', I replied. 'She's a rainbow to me, and in her, I found colors that no other creature can reflect upon my heart. She's gone but told me she would return, and since then, I have been waiting for her, dusk and dawn, day and night, no matter what's the sight. I am always here, waiting for her to come, to come to me, and I have lost count, I have lost my senses but I have never lost this sight, this spot...I replied with a touch of relief.
He asked me intently...' Would you like to join her where ever she was?
And I was breathless.
For a moment I thought about that feather: what gave the feather the power to fly, yet without wings and a tail, it flies, flies higher than any eye could trace it. Now I knew, not wings and tails made the feather fly, but ... but it was hope...it was that hope.
I asked those blue eyes, clutching those hands I asked those icy eyes, now warming my entire existence' Can you? '
He gave me a nod. I thought I saw a thousand moons shining brightly like sun in this desolated darkness.
Suddenly I began to fly, fly like a feather. He was holding my hand and we were lifting weightless like we have just defied gravity, and my heart, that lingering last hope, it was a mountain now.
As I was going through those heavy rainy clouds, I looked at the moon. It was also smiling. it's lights amplified by a thousand times, making way for me into this gloomy hollow space, in the darkness.
And for once I felt I am leaving someone behind me.
But the moon would stay there for ever, giving light and making men like me to hold on to that last beat, this night and every other night to follow. I prayed for Moon to be free one day.
One day we would all fly...like feathers. I said my farewells to my friend the moon and set off, set off to my destination.
The moon ... is still among us, alone. Waiting for sun to once again dawn upon us, and who knows...
One day...they would be united as well.
In anticipation, lets hope.
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