The Unfinished Chapter - 75

Chapter 75

Lashes of time are all but still

Quite like a tiny grain of sand on the shore of a desolate ocean

Each speck has a story to live

Yet, so far it goes from its birth, its origin

It begins by resting in one spot

It’s soon moved to another spot by waves that crash on its shore

A journey that transcends time, space, self, being

It travels, some times willingly, some times not so

“Come,” says the speck of sand, “come, and I shall introduce you to my valley of tears.”

Free flowing, stinging, burning, becoming

Dancing, dancing to a tune she knows not, dancing any way

There’s music, of that she’s sure, but she hears nothing

She listens to the beat of her thumping heart, fast some times, slow, dangerously slow at others

Her feet are disconnected now

She looks at them from a distance

How can this be, she wonders; has she drowned in her valley of tears, or has she risen high above all else?

Salty waves seemed to draw her into their sweet embrace

She felt foam caress her cheeks, water wet her hair, suffocation envelope her being

Suspended, but free, she was free

Her soul took flight, soaring high above the ocean, the shore, the speck of sand

She turned, felt her long hair embalm her

She was her valley of tears; she is her valley of tears

And she looked down from where she was to where she once was

That land, that land she left was a land with no soul

It was a place that placed logic and reason over feelings

A land that listened to just the voice in the head, while drowning the voice from the heart

An eerie transitory realm that held a beacon for few like her, a beacon that was long lost

She looks around; she found her land, found her soul, found herself

She breathed; the air was light, pure

 She closed her eyes, felt a gentle caress

She was home

She was but a speck of sand that drowned in her valley of tears…

The Unfinished Chapter - 76

Chapter 76

The icy path is white, pristine, pure
She walked, ever so slowly on the jagged pathway that ripped her delicate bare feet
Her slight, solitary figure was but an apparition in a land bathed in white
Silence
Was there a call?
Silence

Her bleeding feet left behind a maze of designs in red
Little pathways that were the only proof of her physical journey
She left nothing behind
She let parts of herself dissolve, dissolve in God’s beautiful nature
She left her kisses to the breeze, her hugs to the trees, her pain to the seas
Her heart, her soul, her spirit, they walked with her... for now

Time was irrelevant
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades
Everything tangible was measured, all things intangible are immortal, are forever
She put her delicate hand on her heart
It was beating, still
Icy glass blades continued to decorate the path ahead, she continued her solitary walk in pain, with pain

There were flowers too on this road
They were enveloped in ice
She bent, brushed a seemingly dead flower
It came to life, bringing colours of love to a landscape bathed in white
She smiled a little
Cupped her tiny flower in the palm of her hands, walked on

Tired, she was tired
She found a quiet corner in the far distance, she sat down, rested
She brought her knees to her chest, lay her head on her knees, hugged her slender frame
She looked at the path she’d walked thus far
The icy road was marked in her bright red blood
Some of it from her feet, some of it from her soul, most of it from her bleeding heart, which cried tears of blood

She closed her eyes, petted her heart, she was is, she is was...

The Unfinished Chapter - 84

Chapter 84

Quiet, caressing summer breeze beguiles the harshness of the afternoon sun

The world around her is a mix of various shades of green

Dancing leaves glistening in sunshine, sway this way, then the other way

The universe is telling her a story

She is listening

Times are a changing, she can feel it

She's lost, enraptured by the dance of nature

Her breath seems to match the breeze

And...

With every breath she breathes him

He was her yesterday, he is her today, he will be her tomorrow

He will eternally be her ever after

She'd gladly accept all his tears

If only, to see his heart smile, his soul fly

And then, she will meet him in a place with no beginning, no end

She will meet him there, where her love found life

Her love that blessed her with a gift so pure, so rare

She can feel his breath, hear him sigh

Her beating heart is him

Her breath is him

And when she bids this world goodbye

She will breathe through him

He is her

She is him...

The Unfinished Chapter - 88

Chapter 88

Luminous, the quiet night sky was luminous in its loneliness

Her eyes burned from the tears she cried

She pet her heart, wondered
A vicious dance between hope and death
Steps she didn’t follow, didn’t understand
Still, she was dancing
A tiny trail of tears made their way to the ground, silently
Earth was absorbing some of her grief
Only to be greeted with more
Gone were innocent days filled with dreams
She lay amid a scattered lot now
Questions, questions haunted her
Feelings mocked her
She swallowed hard
The pain in her gut killing… almost
And she lay, just lay
She waited for no answers, nothing
Just a visitor she was expecting
As she died another death tonight
Only to rise tomorrow, and die a million more deaths again...

The Unfinished Chapter - 89

Chapter 89

She tries calling out to him, she can't

Her voice is lost in the dreariness of everyday life

She was soft, but, love she believed would carry her call through

Tears welled-up in her almond-shaped eyes

She ceased calling, he couldn't or wouldn't hear her

She waited for a while as the crowds and noise engulfed her

Everything has an overpowering effect now

She slowly turned to leave

She left, just as quietly as she had come

Her love, her dreams, trying so hard to find a place in this heartless world

Sweet nothings, kisses, hugs, holding hands
These are her life, a life through love 

She was looking for him, hoping that he was looking for her too
 The wait is a long one as tears streams flow when her patience runs thin
For now, she is kissed with her own tears

But she'll look for her soulmate anyway
She knows she will find him
And when she does, she will hold on to him

Even if all she would do was break down and cry in his arms

The Unfinished Chapter - 92

Chapter 92

She lived her life in love

She still lives her life in love

Her feelings were, are, and forever will be true

She thought that was enough

Was it, though?

She stands at the end of a lonely road

Is it the end or the beginning?

She knew not, she cared not

She wasn't here

She was consumed by the bottomless vacuum that refused to abate

Dreary clouds part ways in the sky above

Brightness caused by sudden lightening

Thunder roared like it was a lover spurned

Like it cried as it stood and watched tiny, scattered pieces of a broken heart

It poured thundershowers like never before

Like the sky was sobbing for its lover it missed so dearly

A lover that was its life with whom it had none

The sky was lonely, the sky was nothing, no one

So, who is the sky then?

Like the sky, is she destined to look far, far into the horizon
Rejoice at the meeting of the sky and earth in that distance?

She gasped for breath, fought back a tear, closed her eyes

Just closed her eyes

This was going to be a dreamless sleep

She'd rather not dream, than have those very dream paint pictures, only to betray her

The Unfinished Chapter - 93

Chapter 93

Delicate

Her tiny wings were delicate

She flapped them, ever so gently

They found flight, took her to a new place, a different time

Quiet gentle breeze caressed her long, silky hair

Stray strands kissed her slight shoulders, tickled her, almost

She smiled

She looked at her bosom, beyond which lay a beating heart

Her heart

She pet it, sang to it

Closed her eyes

A stray tear threatened to make its out

It did

But, this tear was different

This was a tear of joy

The joy of looking within

The joy of a few dreams, fewer memories

The joy of but a few hours

The joy of new wings

The joy of learning to fly... again, and again, and again, and again

The Unfinished Chapter - 95

Chapter 95

The quiet of midnight rolled on nigh

A solitary star twinkled in the night sky

Her delicate wings found a flicker of life

She was weary

She twirled a slim finger around a strand of smooth, silky hair

Cotton like clouds danced to a tune so strange, so unknown

She looked at the face of the full moon

A moon promising so many dreams

Fulfilling them for some, shattering them for others

She watched, insentient, benumbed

A muffled sob defeated her throat, and made its way out

The murkiness of the night sky emphasised the quiet summer moon

Ah, moon, ever so lonely as that lone star disappeared

Beautiful crescent, hearkening ever so silently

It was bearing witness to dreams being made, dreams being broken

It shone, on the fragments that once were someone's dream

A dream that now lay pulverised, dissipated

Indeed, that moon shone, on all that was, all that is still to be

She closed her eyes

A slow, reticent tear crawled nonchalantly down her smooth, porcelain cheek

She felt it wet her bosom, its final resting place

As she mourned the dreams that evaded her still

The Unfinished Chapter - 97

Chapter 97

She swirls, her flowing gown kisses the candle flames glowing all around

A trail of tears wet her cheeks

Burning eyes blind her for a little while

A wind blows in, gentle at first, stronger a little later

Falling sometimes, floating at others

It matters no more

Curled up tightly, eyes closed, this is good

Shut out everyone, everything

She feels nothing, understands nothing

Questions? She has none

Answers? She needs none

Reason? No, they’re always excuses

Logic? … … …

The bottomless abyss serenaded her

She was entranced

Her feet discovered life as she found herself swaying to a tune that enthralled

Swaying, she was

Her feet hurt, she continued anyway

She looked down and saw her delicate feet bleed

She felt no pain

Nothing

A stray branch entwined her thin waist

It pulled her from one place, transported her to another

She spread her arm, felt the wind pull her one way, then another

Her porcelain skin tore in places

She just watched

Then she became

She was is

She is was

… … … 

The Unfinished Chapter - 98

Chapter 98

As dreary as a starless night sky

As quiet as a barren desert where even sands fail to sift

As innocuous as a single dewdrop on a blade of grass

As untouchable as chasing the shadow of a ghost from a life gone by

As astounding as a speed breaker that refuses to give up

As disheartening as the thorn ripping through a delicate petal

As disparaging as the tear of a dove

As antagonising as shattered glass cutting her palms

As detached as feeling naught from glass shard

As still as a final tear from the eyes of her broken heart that falls in an abyss so deep, it's endless

As still as stillness does  

The Unfinished Chapter - 99

Chapter 99 

One chapter ends and another begins 

Life she was told is about chapters 

But is it? 

What about the unfinished chapters in between? 

Chapters stay unfinished…till she’s ready to close them 

Some memories make her smile 

Others are like the treacherous sword on the gallows 

A constant fight between happiness and sorrow 

Hope and defeat 

Is she really turning these pages? 

Time is surreal 

She looks at the eyes in the mirror 

She knows the feeling only too well 

She doesn’t need a bookmark for this 

She goes back anyway 

Is it her or is it life? 

If it’s her, she has a solution 

If it’s life, she still has a solution 

No more going back chapters 

No more bookmarks 

This is one chapter that is compelled on staying unfinished 

This is one dance she’s dancing alone 

She laughs at the irony of it all 

Her mind takes her back…but only just 

Her aching heart and tired soul consume her 

They bring that unfinished chapter to her fore again 

Time, time they say has the answer 

This is one time she quit on time 

Will her chapter remain unfinished? 

Or is the unfinished chapter really a finished one?