"The Treasure" (an excerpt)

Her hands became numb and shiver ran down  her body. Something choked her throat and she struggled to breathe, as if the chains of misery had encircled around her neck, leaving the least possibility of her survival. The  tears had blurred everything and her soul could no longer peep through her eyes .  Her soul was woven into his. It was 'Entangled Forever' she had always believed.
 "Even the prettiest flower will wilt one day. Forever is a myth," he had always teased.

She held his cold hand and placed it on her cheek, like he  did, whenever she felt low. She noticed his lips, they were chapped & had a bluish colour instead of their pink tone, His black hair did not shine that day and his beautiful skin had turned  pale. No , He did not wake up this time when she  touched his nose.
" The next time you wake me with that nose pull, I swear I wont wake up the whole day",he had often chided her out of love in the cozy winter mornings.

She only knew that he will heal soon. She could not imagine him travelling to  another world, where they could never be together. An optimist she was. He was her cure , she was his medicine.

Clutching  his Cold hand close, the flashback of their most cherished moments started playing in her mind. She remembered how she had let him see her past, all the burns and aches.She had allowed him to grasp her in his arms and let her tears stain his shoulders. She had let  him infect his venom of passion into her blood. She remembered exactly, how she told him about her fears , nightmares and dark shadows following her, About her bad times, miserable moments and big mistakes . And how firmly he had held her close , how he had pampered her every night, letting her feel the strength of his arms around her and warmth of his body near her. She remembered how  he made her sleep effortlessly and stayed up to keep her bad dreams away, how she had always smiled and giggled at his sight. How he always kept her safe like she was his treasure.

"Sorry. We tried but the last stage caused  severe blood loss and his....", the doctor continued. Still, Frozen and lost, she was not listening to him. No  words, no sound, nothing could affect her.  Only Her tummy pained, the tiny sapling of their love was growing in her.
He had left behind a handsome little treasure for her.She wanted to end herself and go with him, but  she decided to stay, to bring this treasure into the world . Only to nurture it, protect it and watch it grow. Just as he would have done.

"She still sleeps with his photo,drinks in his cup, reads his favorite book, uses his spectacles, plays his melodies on the piano and cooks his favorite food,  after thirty long years of his demise", answered a deep manly voice.... when asked ,"How did she manage to rear you, alone?"

"Because she never was. He was existing in her life, emotionally and otherwise. I have seen him surviving in her breath, living in her memories and breathing in her soul, for they were 'Entangled Forever', she had believed", the voice added.

"SHE..."

She was staring at the scattered white pages,with the pen
 in her hand,

 Wondering... what to write , from where to start and 
where to end.

 She was  experiencing an influx of tsunami thoughts.

 She was gradually drowning deep into it,but hoped to breathe,survive and live.

 Her words  often came to rescue her from such

 plethora(flood) of emotions.

But when ever she tried to write about HIM, all her words acquired some kind of superficial power to

 vanish at once.

They both had such a wide valley of fantasy between them that it was hard for her to  cross it 

and reach him.

She knew that a part of him was burning in flames with all the desires he was having and wanted her 

to get burnt with him.

Yet, with every passing day, she prayed, wished and hoped for him

to stay.

She knew that the flames of this burning desire to reach him will take her life away one day.

 He was moving with great pace in her veins, killing her in a way that she was actually

 tasting life.

 He had drawn her out of the cocoon and shown her that she was a butterfly . She was willing to go to the end for 

she could not thank him enough.

 There she was , a fragile girl, fallen for a man who was  demanding, passionate, disciplined

 and tough.

 They belonged to two opposite worlds. She? Lost in his thoughts. He? Lost in himself.

 So far, yet so close they were, too different, 

yet perfect together.

 There they were , standing in the world of their fantasies, dreams and desires.......

"The pages of my diary"... ( from a guy's perspective)

         

The pages of my diary are stained

 With the ink of my blood,

Injured with the blades of wrath ,

my eyes bleed in this selfish world.

Wounded In the battle between

 our love and the ruthless society ,

My words scream,

to bring her back to life.

And  I pray to the almighty,

That My heart has become

 an incurable patient of eternal pain,

 So take me away,

For she was the only saviour medicine

 in my most vulnerable days.!!