The spark was always there. A fire had to break out some day for sure. A feel of guilt adding fuel constantly; A fear of getting insulted instantly; a sense of oneness always hovering around; Of those frantic attempts failing and myself falling apart; with the glimmer of hope still inviting, i did not see what was very near and dear. On any day, weighing the words, i will lay down everything and surrender- in her court. A place that she has preserved intact, not heeding to all those i threw at her. A vast world filled with dreams, a wide range of thoughts to live through, of the power women hold in them- to turn the tide completely, like what she did.
Of the rains that she came walking through, in the biting cold, all alone, of the pain that has gone past, in total darkness, the rains pouring harder when she tried to run, making it a worth-while struggle in the end- Thank you God! For keeping us safe.
She has been the guardian angel, i realise it so late. Better late than never, they say. I have not delayed. It is done. Everything is so easy today, life is just like a pleasant dream from a fresh today. In an instance, she made it all fade off, washed all the stains from the bloody battle. A life of serenity, the feeling of being loved, the much needed comprehension- of this beast within. It all awaits. Not too far from today.
This storm that had been at bay for too long, has finally hit shores. I do not know of the devastation that i laid on the sea. It only strengthened the attack on land. The earlier differences, fights, and what not, i see it as the devastation i had caused on her. But, without a storm, there can be no life on this land. In that way, i have sustained life here in spite of the trail of destruction. Life will regenerate.
As a storm, i had so much to pull along. So much to wander pointlessly, dancing according to the tunes of the wind currents. Once on land, there was a sense of calm. And, today there is bright sunshine. I have descended into the land as groundwater. I feel safer deep inside her. Feels like the cycle is complete. No more clouds, darkness, storms, seas, forcible wind currents, no nothing. I have been safely absorbed by her and be preserved till she is ripped apart.
Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles! I see bubbles everywhere. All of a sudden, everything seemed to be bubbling. The 'plop-plop' sound as i heard it on that pleasant morning after a highway run for miles filled with doubts, fears and uncertainties. As i turned around halting the over-heated mill, there she was! That first moment. Pulling every nerve from rushing to her, to stop the eyes to meet hers, a stone face came in handy although she surprised me with such a sweet smile. *Winks*
Age, as it is not the right number, time will test this to be sealed forever. Until then, let the bubbles keep bubbling; Let the rider keep riding. From pain to pleasantries has this journey come till date, altogether doing the favour from time to time to keep us intact; From here to what i see, it will be in..... what else? scribbled in another post in this page. *Grins*