They bid farewell to one another, sidehugs and kissess. A hot summer day. An overwhelming afternoon.
Until again. They all promised. And parted.
They were both in love, or so they thought. He, always a little more than her. She, always falling short. They both stood, ready to part.
What is it about life that can’t let you stay? Can’t let you squeeze and hold tight, while the whole world goes about its business. It doesn’t really matter if you don’t want to play, life’s intervention will budge in like an unplanned middle child. Exhilarating and appalling, and one that has to stay. Are we really living a life, or are we an experimental group for someone observing the act of life?
He held her close. She closed her eyes, and took a deep long breath. Somehow she wanted this moment to be stretched however long was permitted. He kissed her on forehead, Until again, he whispered. And deep down she knew, it was a promise they won’t be able to keep.
A lot of things. My heart, your will, man’s ego in a universe that is larger than him, earth’s gravity compulsively holding things together, the idea of being present in a moment, the need of a body for a soul, and this stone; this most of all.
You looked at me. I was staring at the shadows on the long, dark walls. They were kind of intimidating, we both agreed. It felt like we’ve gotten ourselves into something we don’t understand. This was an uncomfortable realisation. We both felt a strange, incomprehensible reason to be. It felt pleasant, and trapped at the same time. So we had to get out of it, and reminisce later. It felt like a joy in sorrow, we carried it as gloom in joy.
We had walked down these arches many times since then.
And I’m not sure which ones are memory, and which ones are dream.
Do you still remember the shirlls from past? Do you remember the sensation of being choked? If you do and you still are, ha! I should commend your resolution.
There is something about the water that doesn’t scare me anymore. What would you rob off of dirt? Maybe I have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Maybe I’m the wind that knows no home. How would you enslave the air? I could escape through the cracks and suffocate you to silence.
The sea was quiet. The air was still. Nobody wanted to take anything off her now.
The sight of the trees here, their aroma warms up my heart. This ground feels so familiar, it’s almost like I’m walking down my imagination. She reflected.
I never want to be away. I never want to be out of the warm embrace of these bushes. I wish I could open the doors to my heart, the same way this forest has opened its doors for me. How? It had been a long walk. Through the garden, through the cactus land, here is where I am now.
Do you see the trees bowing the passageway? It’s almost like they just parted to make way for you. The ground, trees, bushes they all worked in harmony to let you in. They are bowing now, in submission. Their beauty is at the disposal of your adornment. They await your response, vulnerable, shy, tender hearted.
Part the trees now sweetheart, you know it’s time.
What do you think of when you think of the universe?
An atom. Splattering into billion tiny spheres, then combining into millions of forms. Only to eventually submerge into each other. Unify into that one magnificent Atom again. That’s all there is to it. The entire process of being existing between the acts of splitting and unifying.
And I, One tiny being among million others is rotating in my sphere waiting for the unification.
*He is long bones now. But his words still resonate in this universe. He said, and I quote “If one day I’m given a moment in solitude with you. I will trample the two worlds underfoot and dance forever.”
These roses are so perfect. Red as blood, sharp as memories. I can’t help but wonder what is worth the adornment of these lush flowers?
Tell me now, if you could, would you peek inside? Would you like to discover that which they hide? Its like the roses are stuck here forever, bewitched by love and bound by mortality. They have owned the window, claimed it as one of their own. All for that which resides inside.
No. He replied in his resolute tone. Looking in another direction.
Why not? She complained. You’re not even paying attention.
He looked towards the window and replied cautiously, What if we went inside just to peek and the vines never let us out? What if the roses grow around us? We’ll be stuck there forever.
He firmly gripped her hand and they continued walking.
Atleast we’ll know what the roses fell in love with, and never recovered.
Even though she could feel the warmth of his breaths upon his lips, she could feel his chest rise and fall, and hear his heart beat and hers stop, she did not dare turn her head and look towards him. Even though he was a touch away, she did not dare make that contact.
All her life she waited for this. Could she ever believe she would sit by him and they will witness the eternity of sky, together. There they were, but she did not dare put him to test. She had been poise all her life, staunch like a determined sea not tearing up to any storm.
But this moment was fragile. She had carefully embellished her to the thread of her heart, she was scared to be disintegrated at its hand. How long has it been? She asked.
I don’t know, but I’m sure this is what eternity feels like. He replied.
They both sighed.
They loved this sight. There was something sublime about it. There were no day, no night in the gardens of Eden. It was like the sun and the moon were in a divine contentment, a state of blue between rise and fall.
Its for our own protection honey. Her mother tried to explain. But she was never really satisfied.
Why do we need fences?
Barbed wires around everything beautiful. Why did God not make fences around His rivers and deserts? Why does sky have no fence? Why do clouds get to breach territories with their rain? How did God miss this important detail?
Honey why don’t you appreciate the pasture? Try not to focus on the fences if they disturb you.
Because the pasture is where it should be. The pasture is at home. But the wires.. they are weeping. They want to be set free. They don’t want to live a life of hostility, but no one’s listening ma.