MIND PUKE
Its one of those days again....one of the times I feel restless, numb, not knowing what to expect, feeling as though im trapped inside a small dark cell, left in solitude, screaming loudly..only to hear a faint whisper...beating the walls with my bare fists....blood seeping through the cuts with every strike I made, numb to the pain....I proceeded...till the body grew weak...and I lay down, in the cold.....waiting.....and hoping that when the sun rises tommorow, even if my sight fails me, I hope that Id be able to feel its warmth.Cos for now....thats just what I need.
A fisherman set sail early one morning, in his old boat, which had a little mast attatched to a modest sail. As his sail catches the first good breeze of the morning, he clenched his pendant tight and made his wish...the same wish he makes at every sail. Before long, his boat was slicing through the waves...like a sharp knife through butter it sped, and in a few glimps of an eye, he was there....at the spot where he last saw her. One of Gods greatest creations.
People say that they were once angels, who have gotten their heart lost to mortals and for that, they traded their wings....for fins. It took them a while to get used to the sea. However, they were contented in their choice. for they believed in the words of men. Only to be left alone in the dark cold sea, for then they realise...that its not their heart that these mortal seek...but its the beauty they posessed. Beauty which they have traded. For years they cried...and as their salty tears seeped through those beautiful eyes...the sea level rises....and the red sea as they call it...became saltier then ever. At that particular spot she will be, laying on the ruins of a mighty vessel. Crying to god she will, everyday..asking for HIM to take this pain away from her, to send her what she was here to seek. Her cries could only be heard by those who wants to listen, and listen he did, evey cry..every whimper.
He feels her pain.....and her hopes. He wants to grant her what she seek, the bliss of true love. However her heart was already broken. The trust she had for these mortals was crushed. From afar he observed and every evening, before the last light vanishes from the horizon, he would place a small pearl at the exact spot that she was before. Pearls that he had gotten from his dives, apart from the fishes that he caught. Rain or shine, he will be there, with a pearl in his pocket. One day she saw him in the act, somehow, she got offended by it. She thought that these pearls were from someone else...someone more worthy....not a poor fisherman, who can't even feed himself three meals a day.Little was she aware, that he had traded every luxury for her smile, every comfort for a place in her heart.
He prayed that her heart will heal, that her strength will return. He wants to make her feel that she can fly once more, but the stubborn heart refuses to budge.
There was no pearl on her spot one day. No sight of an old ugly boat. She thought that he had given up. He thought he was the same as the rest....who can churn words to mesmerise anyone. She felt indifferent by his absence.
As she swam back to her cavern, a familiar sight caught her attention. The sail from the fisherman's boat was there floating on the surface, she swam further....and little by little, the ruins of his old boat could be seen. She raced even further...and there at a distance, he saw his body, suspended in the water,motionless. His right fist was clenched tight. As she opened it, a gush of blood diffuses into the water. A pearl dropped out from his grasp. one covered in blood. When she looked closer, she noticed that the the pearl was marked. The blood somehow made the markings more visible. There was a number 37 as well as a word 'like' marked on to the pearl.
She swam as fast as she could to her cavern, took all the pearls and rise back to the surface, to the her spot. Her mind was racing for answeres..what do they mean? what does he want from her?
She made a slit in her palm and showered the pearls with her blood. Like magic the markings appeared, same as the one she saw earlier, but of different numers and words. She arranged them numerically...and dripped more blood every time.
It was like a puzzle and she realised that when arranged numerically the words form readable sentences. As her body grew weaker...from the blood that she lost, she finally managed to decipher the message. For 37 days he was there for her.She smiled...and with one last breath, her vision grew dim and all she sees is darkness.
"I dont have words to steal an angels heart,
nor wealth to keep her by my side
But what I do have is a hope that she might
Find her lost smile and smile as she like"
When she came around, A gentle voice spoke to her....a voice carried by the breeze....
"everyday you hoped and prayed, and after some time I answered them.
The answers were before you, but you fail to see.
you have wasted your chance and he is deserving of another
And for that ive taken him.
For an angel is what hes worth after."
can`t you even see through me? `` Wednesday, March 05, 2008
