She was sinking ..
Having lost more than blood
A part of Her soul !
He, was carrying the – a wave in his arms
Light as sand
Soft as wind
Life and death in the same room ..same space ??
Is it possible?
Is it human?
Is it God’s will ?
She created the wave she thinks defiantly !
While holding on to the umbilical cord of life ready to be severed
He does not know his share of blame .. too great too little ?
When did it come to this?
Not when they were weaving pink and blue dreams..
Not when the little soft things were filling all the spaces in their lives
Not when the fun of the elephant in their hands gave them pleasure after ages of being blindfolded
Not when speaking rounded languages had them in splits.
They were happy..
They were true
They were fulfilling their destiny of blood making blood not spilling it ,
Sinew making sinew stronger and not slashing it..
For more love in this parched world
They were bringing in that clear sparkling laughter like waterfall.
For that wide eyed wonderment in the cynical maze of there and done..
For that sanity which is lost in the deathly hollows of pains
Life was to shine through the mist of loss.
But at the cost of his love he thought
Never !! Never !!! Not even when..
The Wave breaks against the rocks of love ..
The Man takes off the hood and dons the father’s cap
The Wind caresses him
The Sand of time has begun to fall .. few seconds few minutes then few days and years..
But not alone ..not alone
Partners in crime or destiny or duty or need or desire or walking the well trodden path
He doesn’t know he doesn’t care
He prays, He begs, He breaks !!
The piece of His creation, his God in arms squirms to meet her other half
He brings her closer to Her
Though they are still joined, were joined, will ever be joined by the
Sometime strangulating, sometime relieving, sometime hurting, sometime happy ..cord of love.
The Wave breaks again this time stronger
The Wind gushes too ready to push away the icy hands of darkness
Closed fists, small fists clenched only with love..
She breathes ..she breathes.. He breathes
The Sun breaks through the clouds..
The yellow flower turns and stretches lazily in the warmth.
Written on 26th March, 2009.