Gone
A dove flies out of my sight, its white wings swimming in the endless
ethereal blue sky. The bright sun blinds my eyes.. I feel dazed..
Everything is a blur..
Incomplete..
Nothing seems to make sense. I breathe liquid air as time stills…
Stills the beat of my heart.. My already two dimensional edges have
started fading.. The music lingering in my ears died.. A slow painless
death.. Sanity effervesced out of me. Even insanity didnt wanna diffuse
itself with me.. Incompleteness returned to haunt me.. A bright white
light chased it away, incompleteness was defeated. Emptiness
triumphed. The transformation was complete. I was no more. I wasnt a
ghost. Something more than that.. A memory.. In the mind of the dove,
now flapping with his wings..
The leaf fell from the tree, plunging into the abyss not quite
comprehending what it was it that broke an unbreakable bond,
falling., i couldnt understand which was more painful as the leaf
fell through me, the sadness of the leaf wrinkling away from the tree
or the tree’s loss .. The leaf crumpled as it hit the ground with the
softest thud and died away while the tree stood by realizing that
every leaf it lost was just as painful as the first. I screamed the
loudest scream for the tree, the leaf and myself.. The deafening
screams of choking silences kept coming competing with the heavens in
lamenting for the tree and the leaf. And i was exhausted the leaf
finally dead but the heavens kept pouring, trying to heal the gaping
wound of the tree, a soul so physically tortured that it could feel no
more.. And then there was nothing..
Peace.. at last..
Somewhere..
Somewhere a life is spawned in the slums, with only a dirty midwife, a
dead mother and a raging rainstorm for company..
Somewhere a life is lost, lost in her own sweet memories, smile on her beautiful face concealing the agony underneath, thanking the thunderous rain for washing away his memories and her corporeal dazed self.
Somewhere a software professional with no life cusses beneath his
breath with a blisfully lifeless nonchalance, blaming indra and thor
alike for drenching his gucci overcoat and puma shoes and rushes to
hide under a tree. Little does he realize that it was the same tree
under which he met his first and final love, the angel in white,
drenched, sensuous..
Somewhere a girl panics, the angry figure of a mother-in-law growing
in front of her eyes as the downpour clouds her vision, her balance,
her poise and her self belief..
Somewhere a guy falls in love, as he turns his head to see her by the
window, the raging wind blowing her hair, pushing it behind, revealing
the beauty hidden in her all these years as the rain smudges a lesser
beauty beyond the window..
Somewhere a boy rejoices not having to go to school, that brings out
the donkey in him and tries to stifle the spark in him, rejoicing at
the onset of rainfall, overflowing with satisfaction, spewing flames
of happiness, a fire fed by the rain.
Somewhere a group of kids dance in the drizzle, a long awaited,
slender, breezy drizzle while the youngest one’s mother looks on
apprehensive about the terra slippera, about the milder cousin of the
scourge of pigs, torn between her kid’s present euphoria and future
pain..
Somewhere is not chennai-it never rains.ever
