If it were only a dream

by seraf   Jan 27, 2005


On my way to home, I met her, I could not recognize at my first glance. It had been long time, I have been departing from her, I had almost forgotten her. Once again, my heart started bouncing faster. My body became fragile. I closed my eyes. Bygones roamed in front of my eyes.

Among the green trees, hopping, jumping and running. Me, peeping all those activities from a nook, used to feel ecstatic. Sprouted smile on her cute countenance, was a panacea for all my pains and agonies.

On the cold winter days, early in the morning, approaches an image from far beyond mist. That image, none other than of her, passes by my side - shriveling and shivering. She goes far and get lost from my eye. Again, I remain waiting for next new morn to view her new image sprouting through that mist. This is how, the moments passed. Her cherubic appearance and charismatic character might be the reason, I got attracted towards her.

There was a torrential rainfall outside, with immense thunder and lightening. I saw her mother approaching to wards my house at far distant. I was watching her through the window ajar. She came and knocked at the door. I opened it and gave her a warm greet. She was holding an umbrella with her both hands. It seemed as if she were worried and facing some difficulties. She refused to enter inside and from the entrance, she asked, Is not she here?
No, I said, what is the matter? Is not she at home?
..she is not there since morning. You, please, go and look around city for her... She requested me.
Do not worry, aunt. I will fetch her right now, I told and went outside carrying two umbrellas.

It was heavy rainfall outside. Every ditches were filled with water. Way was slippery. Any short-distant object could hardly be recognized. Simultaneous blow of storm and rain used to mis balance my umbrella. I remained in a predicament, where to search her. I walked downtown. wow! I found her standing under a roof of a shop. She smiled with joy when she saw me. I asked her to go with me. Then we both marched from there. We returned back in no time, kidding, laughing, teasing................ all the way. We did not even noticed that we were totally wet. We came to know only when her mum laughed at us saying, what is the use of umbrella if you were to be soaked?

I was unaware about over deepening friendship. Mirror was also rejecting to reflect my own image cause she was there inside. Entire words were missing from my books cause her image was there in my book, too. My dreams were her playground, where she often comes and play.

One day came with a gloomy sun rise. It seemed as if the whole world is silent. Outside , all things were there, as usual. Only change was, I could not find her. My feet led me to wards her house suddenly. I found there a multitude of people murmuring. That scene riveted my attention. I reached near to them and saw something lying on the ground, shrouded by white sheet. I asked one of them why was that gathering for. Oh God!, I became stunned as I heard his reply. I looked up in the sky to divert my mind and soul. I turned away from the crowd and cover my face with hands. Uncontrollable tears trickled out from my eyes. I looked back. She was still lying on ground, being covered. I made a bold attempt to have a last look but could not . I had become so pusillanimous that I was leaning against the wall and penetrating my sight to see her face inside that cover. She was made ready to be carried away for the cremation. Few people lifted her and rest people followed her. There was only me, alone, watching all those scenes sorrowfully controlling this heart. She renounced the world and went to the cozy bed to sleep forever. Here, nightmare startles me at night and in the day nostalgia tortures. Sometimes, a breeze blows via me carrying a sensation of past

Due to her dearth, all my hopes splashed away. I had my dreams in her eyes. Whenever, I gazed upon her eyes, I found my success there. All of my dreams shattered when she closed her eyes. Those eyes which used to wink and blink, remain shut forever, then.

Whenever, I see gray clouds rolling in the eastern zenith. I jump with joy hoping she will come above me soon and fall upon me. That rain wants to wash away my despairs and tears. Those thunders want to wipe out my fears and thunderbolt wants to pour strength upon me but they all fail to do so. I just feel her in the rain and wish it to linger a few more moments. The wet causes chilly sniff which is in fact a superb medicine of mine. Her feeling on me is elixir for all the diseases I suffer. I feel her in each cell of my body.
Few years back, I saw her and prayed to God demanding my death.

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