The night did not appear that day
in the way it was welcomed. The sun was still hanging in the clouds consoling
the weeping sky. The rays hid in the melancholic shelter of the forest where
the carnival was abandoned forever commemorating the warrior souls. I too was
lost in the playful strategy of the darkness. I dug deeper into the emptiness I
got, but screamed high in the darkness remembering the lonely sun, its helpless
cry. That evening I got a heartful of pain that put me in a tearful trance and
I shivered with a speechless outcry finding my past back from oblivion.
I set the bonfire to burn my
haunting pain. The moon filled night grew brighter as I advanced to exhale my
pain. And then suddenly the shining stars started falling on the ground creating
a glittering lake, seemed I have entered into the Elysian island. I felt
swimming in it,floating, suspending, relaxing to merge in the eternal bliss it
spread. The mysterious clouds gave me a
look while flying past the moon, and it was in a moment they came down covering
my body, giving a coldness which grew intense at the lulling whip of the wind
and I was ushered to a suspending calmness that I have been seeking long since
the time I have known this life. Suddenly the fire blew out, clouds went up and the stars disappeared. I saw the moon smiling at the horizon.
It’s a bright sunny day after the
mysterious night. The morning sun shaded the sky with an effervescence of
desires. The awful clouds are still wandering in the sky imitating the last
night’s shenanigans. While the moon escaped safely, the birds lost the
direction following it. They could not come back. And then the burnt wings
started falling from the sky like a fire rain which plummeted into a deep abyss
in the mountain perplexing the horizon. Embarking on the path of a lonely
warrior the sun vowed to the sky to sacrifice its age for the rescue of the
moon. The clouds came to halt suddenly and the sky turned green.
I am a watchful soul wandering
from place to place, I have seen the moon in a varying level of happiness. In
the silent nights when you are asleep, I have seen the moon coming down
surreptitiously, slipping from the sacred lap of the mountains, kissing the
rivers deep, showing the infinite love it has been personifying to the
world. I fly high with the moon to see
the earth engrossed in silence and the clouds embracing the wind forgetting the
daylong clashes. And now when it has gone far away from me, I have lost a part
of me that has made me float in a celestial void that is shrinking quicker and
quicker to squeeze me into a massless entity.
The sun is set. I can feel the
change in the atmosphere, it is haunting. Soon it will be dark. After sometime
the moon will appear. That vow, that solitary nights, the lost birds, the
painful screams . Bring back the moon, bring back the birds…..
