Everytime you kept your head on my lap, and my hands caressed your silky smooth hair, i used to ask "do you believe in destiny?"And everytime your answer was, "Yes, I believe you!" It took us days to prove the world that we're not just two different roads, we'll reach to a destination one day.
You were different. Much different from all. Because you gifted me the orchids, a sign of mature love. Not the roses, because you say, "roses gives you pain, and how can I bear giving pain to a person who herself is my cure?" I said, you sound so cheesy and you were smiling like the sunflower I gave you as if you became a philosopher in me.
When you kissed my soul when I was in my grave, or about to go, it felt like all the Gallaxies have come down. All the stars have formed constellations in the shape of our smiles. Those dead lilies started blooming again with the pure and form of love.
I always used to say, I just want to keep voyaging your heart until I reach the other shore and find me. I succeeded. And then, on the day of equinox, under the placid moonlight, you tucked me in your arms and that's where I untangled all the threads of me to knit a new one from the threads of us. We were surrounded by those canaries as if they were the paraphernalia to our love. And that felt quietus.
Let's not carve sculptures, or write Sonnets in the name of love. Let's just become each other's unison.
Whether or not I am here, this fragrance will remain As if a flower, as if a breeze in our devoted garden which is made with the soil of our intense love and watered by our vows. Whatever the weather may be in our garden, I will fill it gracefully with color of the rainbow, mauve, crimson or scarlet. The sweet fragrance of our love will still fly from my hair, whether autumn or spring. Whenever leaves fall or whenever new leaves come. That smell from my hair like the new rain... I will continue to sway and blossom like the cherry blossom trees under which we used to sit and discuss our future. Whether or not I am here…I am so deeply lost in love that I no longer know separation from unity. Ever since you entered the lanes of my heart, I can only remember its world of love. I walk on the streets of my heart, dance on your heartbeat, breathe the air you inhale. I keep our secrets like the sand dunes concealed the distant see. In that realm I will remain. When I am gone, when you pause by my ashes as you walk in the rainy moonlight that is wet from my tears, you will hear my call as you walk, you will hear that same heartbeat again when you'll dance. Maybe then, you'll again start loving the rain because it may remind you of me. Or my tears. Or how we used to hold hands under the same umbrella and throw it up in the air to gulp the whole sky.
A huge empire... far beneath the waves ... somewhere in the midst of mountains, canyons, plains and valleys
A powerful tribe of aquatic creatures... their heads and upper bodies resembling those of humans, their tails and lower bodies similar to the tail of a fish HER team won the annual sports contest The emperor asked her what she wanted She wished to visit the surface of the ocean Only the males in the tribe did that once in a while and that too, as part of their security duty However, the emperor would never dishonour his commitment He kept his word and her team was permitted to go They left in a capsule similar to a small submarine, carrying provisions It had always been their dream to visit the ocean surface and now it was coming true They reached a shallow spot and the capsule was securely anchored The females - mermaids - as we call them - were allowed to go out and enjoy the waves The males would stay back The mermaids began to play with the waves It was fun... And then.... a high and mighty wave swept HER away ... She was stranded on the shore... all alone... She looked around and didn't find any of her friends... But she found a strange creature whose upper body was similar to that of the males of her own tribe though he had no tail... He saw her and came closer... Communicating with him wasn't easy but they used signs... His house was nearby Thankfully she could breathe on the surface, but walking was clearly beyond her purview He carried her to his house... She got accustomed to the conditions Everyday he would carry her to the shore They would take his small boat and look for her capsule Slowly, he taught her his language and she taught him her language... He was a loner and once a week he would visit the nearby town to buy whatever he needed, and he rarely had any visitors... And a few weeks later, she located her capsule... The guards - the males of her tribe saw her invariably at the same time... They carried her back to the capsule and... he was their guest of honour... They were warm, hospitable hosts He enjoyed the meal, it was sumptuous There were numerous dishes whose contents were all supplied by the ocean Then they showed him around... The strange engine room, the provisions store and finally ...their treasure Ohh.. Goodness...!!! gold and silver, Opal, sapphire, emerald, aquamarines, ruby, amazonstone, amethyst, pearls, rose quarts... you name it and it was there... actually heaps of them... Their glint and glitter blinded his vision and his conscience... The commander of the capsule gave him a bagful of stones as a token of appreciation... That would have been enough to make him a multimillionaire But he had other ideas... He told them that he wanted to give them a treat and they gladly accepted He visited the nearby town that evening and bought what he needed Next day, he prepared lavish meals in his own house and carried the containers to the capsule... along with his own separate tiffin The food was delicious, the magnanimous creatures loved it and praised it ... and then... all of them fell unconscious ...even the mermaid... He rose and checked everybody... he had to be sure that the drug had done its job... It was a powerful anaesthetic, the quantity added was large, and there was no way any of them could have survived... He went over to the treasure room, took out half a dozen gunny bags from his haversack and began to fill them with gems, crystals, gold and silver He filled the bags and closed their mouths They were heavy and with great difficulty he managed to carry them to the main hatch ... He tried to open the hatch but his attempts failed He kicked, knocked and banged hard... A veteran sailor, he knew a lot about hatches and doors He tried every possible trick... but the hatch remained closed... He began to suffocate... And then he heard a voice... It was my fault...I'm the culprit... I never thought a visit to the surface would have such disastrous consequences...
The mermaid had regained consciousness, but she barely spoke a few words and stopped breathing... No one was going to rescue him from the capsule... He had killed over a dozen innocent souls... And now it was his turn to die He would die... with those bags full of precious stones, gold and silver in his lap...