...She came back to me; from where is something I do not know. But I know I lost her and found her back. She was closer to me. I felt her aroma nostalgic. I felt that warmth that I experienced before. I closed my eyes in her bosom…
Centuries back; when I neither have anything to lose nor something to gain I was looking at the sky. There were no moon, no stars though it is dark. At a very long distance I saw a flying object that which my eyes could not reject. It came, flying, towards me just to see ‘who is that looking at me’. Night could not have been brightened up more even with the full shone moon. She lit the sky, with her angelic fly. Her wings are soft and white like camouflaged petals of roses. She is an angel from up above, with little melancholy in her face; she stood in air with her wings wide opened.
“O! Angel” I exclaimed. She did nothing but smiled at my astonishment. I looked deep into her eyes and with no second thought I fell in love with her. I raised my hands towards her, opened my arms for her. She knows I cannot fly and I am no equal to an angel. She jumped down from the sky and walked to my open arms. Still looking at my eyes she said “you eyes were sharper than the sword, faster than the spear. I felt you shot an arrow with your eyes to my bosom so that I fell in your arms.” That was sweet to hear from an angel but I forgot to ask whether the arrow has hurt her.
She came closer and succumbed to me in total. I was afraid that whether I deserve an angel. She winded her wings and spent all her time in my arms. She never let me leave, not an inch from her. It was soothing to live in the aroma of love. The warmth that she gave was godly for sure she should have learnt it from the divine. I caressed her hair, lived in her beauty, sufficed my soul in her love, mesmerized in her liveliness, enchanted in her innocence, and wondered about her mischievousness. She refused even the air to pass between us. She rejected the time to steel the moments we spent together. Those moments neither moved nor vanished; it just stays their but we moved.
I know she is an angel, she has gorgeous wings to fly and I knew she wanted to fly in the sky but not alone. She took me in air far from the human spies, high in the sky away from any mortal beings. The world looked small and worthless to live, sky looked brighter than what I saw from earth, and she looked like a deity what she originally is. I was put in a trance. Though the sun was near it didn’t scorch my skin, though the moon was near it didn’t freeze me to ice, though the air was faster I never had trouble to breathe. Even when we flew over the stratosphere I never suffocated.
Once in a while her wings hurt my eyes but she has to swing her wings to fly. I didn’t care when it hurt but as the sky become older to my eyes the hurting wings started bothering my mind. Brain know if she didn’t use her wings we both will fall and die, but mind said that it was, once in a while, hindering my vision. But then my brain said you have to learn to protect yourself from her wings that was stopping your vision which is a matter of seconds.
I know it is not a matter to worry I tried not to react neither I told her the fact. Without my knowing the dormant volcano of rage become extinct and once her wings stuck my eyes the larva of anger burst to its high. Rage diminished my sight, anger enclosed my heart. I removed my sword from its scabbard; she was frightened, I whirled my hands, she looked astonished but didn’t react. I stuck her wing with the sharpest sword and I saw it was broken. She was bleeding; pain made her numb, she could hardly fly but managed to bring me back to ground. She wanted me not to leave her but I rejected her hand and walked away. From a long distance I saw her dejected and falling on the ground. She lifted her hands to call me back before she lost herself totally on to the ground. I walked away in rage.
In shock I moved away from her bosom for I now know what I have done to an angel, hundreds of years back, which God has sent to me. She smiled as if she remembers too. She came closer again and hugged me with all her love.
“Forgive me” I said.
“Why?” I asked
“You are back, that is what I wanted other things are nothing but past, I have nothing to forgive for you are just a different body but my soul” She tightened her hug. Hug - the shrug of forgiveness.
“I am sorry” I was melted in the warmth of her love…