Dear love for nothing less than thee,
Would I have broken this happy dream,
It was such a theme
For reason much too strong for fantasy
To make these dreams truths, fables and stories
Enter these arms; for since thou thought it best,
Not to dream my entire dream; let’s act the rest
The common man often illustrates the tenacity to go for the voyage en route to his own happiness. in this remarkable journey he bests many a foes and demons lurking under the cold waters. As the little and vulnerable living and breathing thing- a child never knows what is good and what is bad until he faces a daunting task to choose.
To the sinner, sin does generate a new excitement. It influences the taste, feel and lucidity of sin itself...the greatest perpetrator is after all, ourselves. We yearn and yearn and yearn for some more. Our twisted hearts lie in the cornerstone of greed and deceit. We lure ourselves as bait towards the unknown, to believe in that final moment when clarity will be overshadowed by remorse and insatiability. Thus we have become the eternal seekers of the Elysium...even though it still eludes us.
.......
All I could see was blood... I wasn’t sure whether it was hers or mine...all seemed same now. Her body laid in front of me...the haziness kept hitting at each opportune moment. Black dominated my vision and senses; it was the welcoming hole I was seeking.
Two pinpricks of ice blue bored into mine from a distance...it was her! The glow that emanated from her eyes flowed through me. I felt happy, sad and scared...the gamut of emotions was boundless. Her eyes carried so many meanings all at once, but the brilliance had faded, as if the light has gone out. The warmth those eyes once radiated had drained....the coldness swept over me.
The blue eyes gazed over me for the final time as the life went out of it.
My vision was blurring as well. One can't be immune from bullet shots- I grinned- and that emotion itself amazed me on its way out. Here I was, lying in a pool of blood- beside the girl whom I promised utopia.
And said I'll live and die with her. Was she in the mood of checking if I stood tall in keeping every word I spoke?
I could feel my heart thumping to a close even as the blood from my veins made a hazy pattern with her own on the dusty floor.
'I believe in you.'
'I do' she could whisper only this much.
My feeble moan of “please don’t leave me” died in my throat as my weakened immunity heaved its last breath.
Her silence tore at me...her replies faded in ether.
I raised my sight up. The sky was orange- dusk was settling in quietly into the late exit of the day. As my vision blurred - as blood found a way out through my eye... A tepid glow started to emerge.
She lay there...blissful somehow, wearing the same dress that I gifted her eons ago. Her hair flowed like the shimmering waves of the ocean. Her glowing skin, the gleaming azure in her eyes, the warmth of her smile and her open arms beckoned to me.
To be in Elysium with her. To be free of all mortal limits..two souls together for eternity.
Was I a sinner? Was I one of them who would deserve this? Questions might be a million, but the answers couldn't flow into my decaying brain. All it could see was the glow, the eyes, the breeze. I could not resist her.
Rest I don't remember.