THE LONG FLIGHT OF LIVING

In the long flight of living, it has been a tussle , a whole long transformation of ruffling feathers , plucking old ones, growing the new ,trying to still maintain the speed and focus of flying with all energy and magnitude and in this journey, many a times wounded get the   wings, bruised are ends , where hardly one gets time to repair, mend or let the wounds dry.

The journey goes on without stopping, with every bend bringing more challenges and showing more impermanence of life.

 

Unachievable goals, difficult roads, storms , or hovering clouds, thorns pushing out of every circumstances often shred the skin in ways where one tries to protect the family keeping  them intact.

 
Hardly all these such efforts are realized , the fact is the zeal to move forward, the confidence of fighting inspite of not being acknowledged, the selfless support and patience of 24 hours extending to 7 days and 12 months a year continuously exhausts the energy of self.
There are moments when the flight seems the last , the faraway sky seems to embrace our pains and struggles, yet the closed ones near us never realize or notice.
The long exhausting journey wishes moments of understanding, some moments of realization which remain unnoticed and unheeded.
The long laps of flight turn the wings weak, which cannot hold the rough weathers now, due to continous exposure to rough weathers and because never did they been cleaned, covered, given rest .
A life too depletes such with negligence when all paths suddenly turn down and forget to let the soul breathe.

 

 

It is a transformation to break free from all shackles, from all chains that have pulled the wings in different directions, letting the bird to forget it’s own flight and instead follow the journey of survival.

It is time ,to mend ways, to realize, to know, to understand, to see through, to accept  this struggle .

As an eagle too can live upto 70 years and for that it has to go through the painful process of transformation after 40 years.
Either one fights self, wins , overcomes and then survives as a fighter and warrior of life or else succumbs to surroundings and gets eroded in the flood of life .

This isn’t the fear of physical pain , it is the transformation that  creates turbulence within, either leading to a rebirth of self or leading to the  usual  end .

MEMORIES-Write Tribe Festival of Words-2

I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words 8th – 14th December 2013. http://writetribe.com/welcome-write-tribe-festival-words-2/

The topic for today is” MEMORIES”

So What ! If  time has wings and the moments fly away to higher skies and deepest oceans ,some twinkling as stars ,while others remain as mystical happenings,still they are in the core of our heart shining for ever as  “memories”.

Did she tell this to her fiancee,when they met at a cosy place for dinner?Oh !What was she thinking of now? It has to remain as past, the old ties would never get revisited and she has to forget about it.Even though the memories always gave her a deep sense of joy and delight and she could drown in it for hours without getting disturbed.But things were different now.

Life was now at another crossroad and she had chosen a path to walk with Daryl. How was she going to tell him about her past. The thoughts confused her more and she finally fell asleep.

Ten years ago,Sylvia was a loving girl in her twenties ,bubbly and cheerful,ready with her pranks and surprises. Both she and Alfred loved each other intensely and were supposed to get married on the coming Christmas eve.Alfred was her longtime friend and was her classmate too.Her Christmas present was really precious ,as this time it was her love being gifted to her …

The reindeers outside usually jingled their bells and the sledge moved on quitely without any noise. Even though it was snowing outside and the Lapland glowed with various luminescences and colours ,Sylvia hardly noticed anything .

This time she opened the door and a strong gust of air rushed in pushing her aside. The cow bell,that she had bought from Swiss Alps hung at her doorstep sounded with the blowing wind… She came out to see what it was?and found nothing.

This Christmas almost after a decade ,she was going to marry Daryl.

As she stepped inside and closed the door,she was shocked to see a figure standing in front of her. It was Alfred in his favourite attire.

“Why are you here now”? She trembled and asked .

“I come here to take you along”.

“I cannot leave you like this alone and with someone else.”answered Alfred.

“What nonsense”? said Sylvia.

“Iam happy and so you do not need to worry for me.”

“Oh! Is that why you have tears in your eyes.”

Sylvia got conscious and wiped her falling drops across her cheeks.Alfred came and kissed her crimson cheeks.

Before anyone could understand , Sylvia had fainted.When she got up, she saw her friends and relatives moving in her house. All preparations had been done and the marriage was in few hours.

She was still  lost in the whole incident and could not recover…

She never  knew why Alfred had ditched her and never turned up on the marriage night.

But why had he come now? When Iam starting  a new life?she pondered.Again lost in her memories,her fear grew more,as the night became darker.

His kiss still had the imprint of his breath on her skin and she stayed in that moment ,never to know that Alfred had died in an accident on the night of their marriage and she had lost her memory since then. She only had Alfred in her memory.