Surfing deep inside myself I lied with eyes closed. Something fluttered on my eye lash as if a butterfly resting on my eyes. When I opened, I saw, it was a pair of petals of an enchanting flower - which grasps all the light - painted with blue of the sky and the black of the night. The one which fluttered over my eye lashes were the shield of her eyes, scabbard of her beauty, and gateway of my love.
And when I opened my eyes I saw a lyre with just two stings in red, I may be wrong, or I think it is a piano with only two keys that sounds symphony and mesmerizes the one who heed, and to all my insanity it feeds.
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‘Get up’ is that all she said. Spell bound I stood following the symphony she sung and walked behind her like a lamb which doesn't understand why it obey his shepherd but does walks forward with an unknown fidelity.
I thought it is going to be a road where I am gonna walk – behind her – but it was a steep peak with stones which could hurt the palms of my legs and rocks that might roll over and smash me in a second. I feared of being hurt and killed but still it was my angel who wants me to tread over all that I feared.
It’s to show not your fear; the dogma of love and its heirs.
She walked on the rocks and obstacles as if she is walking on the bed of roses and other flowers. And for me, for quite sometime, it looked the same way. Not the sharpest of the sharp stone poked and pained me because I was behind my enchantress.
She walked elegantly before me, sometimes she stopped and waved her hands to signal me to come by but before I moved close to her she continued to tread along the pathless peak, towards upwards. Angelically she ferried her legs one after the other stepping and strolling. My wish was to walk with her along, hand-in-hand, with fingers tangled, for long but she move ahead when I was contemplating her walk.
Neither I thought where this commutation leads, nor why I was behind her but she dragged me with her virtual hands and enchanting beauty to where she goes. Quite a distance was full of dreams to join hand with her, tangle my finger with her fingers. She turned for a while and rattled a gigantic rock with her one finger. Like a pup the rock rolled and rolled aiming to smash me to earth and some magical moments which blacked my eyes for a while and turned the lights on; the rock rolled away leaving little pangs and wounds one me. She smiled, the wounds became scars but pain sustained.
To live is prepared to die.
We almost reached the top she stopped for my surprise and I went near by and looked at her stammering eyes, her ravishing face, glittering lips which she dipped it in nectar whence she caressed it with her rosy tongue. I am not in trance. But it was a kind of hypnotism, an occult magic whereby she slowly disappeared in the sky leaving her image in my mind to conjure. I closed my eyes once and opened it to see the abyss below my feet. What is left! I succumbed to the holy abyss.