His Gift
/The keepers of the time are artificially induced into the natural process of rotation and revolution. The vast Cosmos commands the patience of our attention; to capture this unique creativity in our sightless vision but, Alas!
We are breathless as we run to bargain our secure dreams to safeguard our fake identities. In this conundrum, the overfilled squalor surges and streams through every nook and corner in our surroundings and inner being.
One meanders down the years of memory, the past scenic images of the wonders of the universe, and the presence of natural life; crowd, and fill up the recesses of consciousness.
The splendid luminescence of the emerging big ball of fire from far off the aquamarine waters; the mesmerizing Sun; colouring the horizon with multiple hues. The ruby sky, the warm radiance of the new dawn painting the crispness of the coherence in the daily lives.
The snow-clad mountains rising from the grey dust to kiss the azure firmament; covered in layers of milky-white clouds floating on its zenith. The heavenly bliss one perceives in its grandiose.
The gurgling brooks; streaming down in its youthful vigour forming swirls of smoke around its aura. The ferocity of the energetic twirls creates the dynamism of the motions of life.
The magnificent highlands undulating like a carpet, nurturing the exotic flora and fauna on its viridescent bosom. It enwraps the tiniest creature to the gigantic beasts in its overflowing sanctuary.
The droplets from the cumulonimbus clouds in the misty blue skies, the rain touches, and fills each and every alcove in the earth’s space, quenching a leaf to a lake.
The crescent moon in the majestic sky playfully prances along with the tiny twinkling stars like droplets of pearls amongst the cirrus clouds.
This attractive power continues in eternity.
The palpable excitement rings the atmosphere. The two pairs of yearning eyes meet covertly under the marquee; the first delicate touch of alien hands creates ripples through the spines. The heart pounds at the fragrance of a fresh commencement. The appetence for the anonymous swells in their bosom with each passing moment of their ebullient life. The mystery of the undiscovered selves gradually reveals its pure, heavenly nature with a blissful harmony and pleasure. The man pours the exquisite sensitive tones and colours his lady in shades of cerise on a leisurely night.
The soul of the mother sank inside the depths of the womb. Her psyche ensconces in the penumbra of the resplendent expectancy. The muted shrieks of her unborn daughter screams; and the untamed spirit inside her run yonder. The cells of the organism plunge into the waters blushing her with its crimson character.
Valiantly she struggles with the unbearable pain. The undying love in her yearning heart spins around her like a maze. The kicks enliven; her perishing soul. She inhales the petrichor and rejuvenates her essence. Her spirits reawaken to a new lease of expectancy.
Joy and hope rekindle in the embers and blossoms again, the pervasive aroma of a newfound identity. The stars and the moon; enshrouds the adjoining ambience. They are the mute observers of the severance of the umbilical cord. The refreshing aura of the newborn lingers in her senses.
The untiring mothers; their faces full of agony but their undying grit as they balance their crying babies and feed them. Her reflection gradually grows up in her shadow.
She quickly tilts the umbrella towards the little one next to her, as the blazing sun peeps; from the spotless clouds. She clutches on to the dress of her mother, and sneaks a quick look from behind her, a bit shy, a slight uncertain, till she feels her mother’s hand firmly on hers.
The matured lady now walks steadily with the man of her dreams by her arm. The rewards of a leisurely night-time stroll hand in hand in the garden grounds under the effulgent moonlit sky are indeed inspiring to the beholder. It was a hedonistic mood. She takes deep breaths in the serene surrounding of the night; filling herself in the aroma of their rich, flamboyant beginning.
A loud laugh, a tender touch, a soft word, a gentle nod, the memories built forever. The symphony plays a tranquil tune; sometimes a melancholic undertone, other times a crescendo and the vibrant attraction evolves from its core.
A thin thread dangles, thinner; than a clothesline on the poles, the survival of all mortals delicately balances on the filament. One misstep will lead to floating in eternal oblivion. Time changes its colours and fragrances.
The splendid cycle of human life persists with birth and death.
We eradicate the reality and sustain in awe of the vulnerable fantasy. We become resilient in our highly contagious ideas formed in the intellect. In our thoughts, distraction and theft take precedence, subconscious to skilled defence and defiance.
From the genesis of the enriching ecosystem and nature’s architecture to human senses and consciousness, the ethereal beauty navigates and desires a considerable brain; to inhale its essence. The beauty within the mind is the catharsis of all beings living; an inspiration for sustenance.
When’s the right instance to accept, acknowledge and appreciate this divine gift conferred on us? We aren’t grateful and never gratify His beauty bestowed on this earth and human life.
Come, let us find happiness in the small moments of life, let us fall in love with the inner beauty of Mother Nature and Mankind.
By Alipi Das
From: United States