She was walking down the lane. Tears were rolling
down her eyes to the cheeks. She was trying to fight hard with them, to stop
them but she couldn’t. There is always a limit.
That day, she was really happy. After all she has
made her way across the first hurdle towards her success. Her words were dipped
in emotions and her emotions in purity. She made the people knew about her
existence with her talent and hard work. She always wanted to mark her presence
with her work and today she was toward it. No matter how small it was for the
world, but that was really big for her. Her words were getting recognition. Her
thoughts were making impressions on other’s mind. Her first poem “The
attitudinized individuals” was acclaimed for its essence; not just by
the colleagues, the poetry fraternity but also by the common people. The number
of messages on the venue’s bulletin board was its proof. Anonymous people were
sending her words of praise for the beautiful lines on reality of life.
She thought that now her principles can get the
wings to fly.
She ran hurriedly to the parking lot. She took no
time in starting her car and after the next few minutes, she was in front of
him. She was quick enough to reach him and hugged him with all her might. Water
was flowing from her shining eyes and smile was flashing on her face.
She said, “They
were clapping for me. I got the standing ovation from all the people who were
sitting there. I won!! Yes, I won!!”
No words came from the other side.
The expressions on her face changed swiftly bending
towards panicky side.
She said again, “I
won the first prize.”
He said, “Ya
Ya.. That’s nice! Congratulation! But you know what I had a much more happening
day than yours.”
I saw some of the beauties in the office corridors. Their
hairs were flowing with the wind over their face like the stream flowing and
accessorizing the mountain.
The glow on their face was like the shine of the sun
which can make the sunflowers turn towards them.
Their perfect figure made them look like the
mermaids with whom you can swim till you reach other end.
Haaassshhh!!!!!!! I wish I could have been with
them. I wish you would have like them. But you are an ordinary girl.
She turned back without saying anything. She was out
of words that instant. He was her world. She believed she was too for him. May
be she was. But a part of that world was absent. And she was blamed for it.
She walked for hours on empty roads.
She failed to make him feel her power; the power of
eternity, the power of being fair and square, the power of being truly and
genuinely loved.
May be he would have felt but she lacked that one
part which was not hers. Yes she looked ordinary by face but her heart was
exclusive. Her thoughts resonated the notions that were hard to comprehend but
vital for standing out of the queue. She was serene yet insanely mad, she was mature
yet childlike. She had toiled the land of trust with love and devotion that
made the flowers of happiness blossom in the spring of dedication.
But all this was not ample enough. May be she felt
so!
She could hear her own words on the forlorn path.
“Yes
they make the world see them,
Like
they think they are the only gems..
They
create a layer of gleaming reflection on the surface,
Beneath
it is all the empty space..
Those
who fill the space with love and care,
Pain
is the avenue for them to reach upstairs..
She yelled loudly, “I am not!!!!!!!! But they are. And
believe me I can be like them whenever I want to but they can never be like me.. Ever.. But I don’t care.”
