Love Infinity

''Love is blind, not blind, but beyond the sight of a person in love'' A narative with infinite love, nostalgia and despair

 

Love is blind, not blind, but beyond the sight of a person in love. It makes the infertile lands, fertile again. OH! Such a beautiful heart, can it be to keep the feelings to be heard and felt. Mounted on a horse, passing by the mesmerizing fields and crazy gardens… A place life becomes alive.

Winter blows started which made him to use his muffler. He could still feel that scent, he could’ve admired that more than anything else. A few things he could get as a present.  Eight ages of travelling through various rows and streets of life made him a rough and a silent person with a stoned heart. He never thought at once, someone could break those stones and enters into it like this. How rude to think like that? It's love here which proved him weak and he wanted to be on his knees very soon.

He stopped, calmed, contented. Dismounted, patting his ride. It was the very same place where he spent most of the time of his life. But he didn’t remain there for long. But perhaps, he could not enjoy his return journey of this time if he had spent a long tenure here. Wait brings joy. He came this morning and the first thing he wanted to do was with his horse, his first love. He was indeed an excellent horse rider.

He smiled at thoru, his horse…

‘Aren’t you hungry sweetheart? I know you are…. You know it well, I can’t stop your meals, but let them wait for you’. He laughs, ‘My poor, old fellow’.

‘Okay then…’ he let his horse free so he can eat green grass. He sat beside him, still looking at him like he wanted to be looked by someone who really cares with a smile on his face. He recalled that when his father brought him this horse, he used to narrate different stories before him, considering ‘thru’ silent and lazy mostly. ‘How childish, I am’, he thought. ‘Hey, you still won’t mind if I tell you a story?’ Thoru moved his neck showing ‘No’. Animals can understand us really? If they are trained like this? Well, it would be right to say that he changed his ownership to his brother in his absence. But he still continued.

‘Right then, it was not more than a year and a half passed. You can’t believe I fell in love dude, I fell in love with the one whom I have never seen since past seven years. It was all uncertain, rather pathetic and love or both at once. We started talking on the phone of course, it’s 21^St Century. We talked and talked throughout these years with no intentions to see each other.

Actually, we were childhood friends, we dove together into the ocean where we were surrounded with alphabets and mathematics. There was drawing too, which tortured me more than the Monday morning.

But then we separated. We never talked since we drank a bit of liquid from that ocean as per required. She searched me and found me from somewhere and suddenly stood in front of me from nowhere.  We started talking again and again throughout the days and nights. It was not me whom he talked, but perhaps a person with no ears, she talks a lot…. Have you read Shakespeare?

‘Give every man thy ears,

            But few thy voice,’

She might have read or heard by someone this. But still, I listened silently, but like you do. I think that like you are listening silently, nodding and producing such voices to me, make me feel highly esteem and respected by you so do the people on this planet earth feel for each other. Alas, silence kills when one can interpret things which are not meant to be interpreted but just to be felt. How long could I wait for the entrance of love into my heart. She was never seen for so long and I broke. I broke and wanted to scatter into pieces in front of her, but she aimed beyond my desires.

She came, we met, separated again and with love in one heart and ashes in the other one. The love filled was mine of course, but the ashes were cold by then. I realized that it could have burned her if not love grown there. But there was love, not for me, but for herself. She admired her own self. She was changed from a boy-cut hairstyle girl to long and wonderful haired young women. She could be less beautiful but I haven’t seen so many. There was a big smile, blushing face, deep eyes…. Eyes which could take my soul if she could have stayed there for some long.

She aimed a poisonous arrow,

Straight from her eyes at me,

She looks at one and hits another,

How cruel and clever is she,

 She was just smiling, and we had no words at all. We have spoken a lot, we know each other well with our voices, but words, there were of no use when the presence matters a lot.’

He started walking beside the horse, holding the reins lightly and took him for some water nearby.  

‘You know, dear, it was the most beautiful time, I have ever had when I was in the state of love. She was amazed, childish was she? Love never ties knots on the beauty you see as I believed otherwise that appearances are often deceptive. It was not an infatuation of the age, but the light which was indeed a blessing God that made me feel for her. She was a wonderful creation of the Creator indeed. But I feel sorry for her that she never felt the same as I did. I feel sorry for her that she couldn’t get her heart full of gold, she just aimed wearing it to show to the world. But I feel good that those ashes were cold enough by me and that they cannot be burned again. But she had to go so she was gone. We always wish, we always can. The wish is ours and not someone’s.

But go, my love, and may God be with you.

The parted will meet one day if fates will allow.

            She was the love of my life, which is uncountable. Love which is the light in the dark. Love which is the hope in the despair. Love which starts from here and go beyond everything. Love which starts from earth from a creation and goes to the Creator, to the Almighty. Love is not being in alphabets and in numerals. No phonemes of its own, none of his own creation.  It was He, who created love and bless few with it to see beyond the infinities. It’s the world of Love…. And not all can understand love infinity.’

‘I see, you want some rest just like me now. Because all stories aren’t interesting at all.’

He wiped his tears with the same muffler he was gifted by a friend of him to wear on his so called first and last date. Her presence left her scent, which was still being felt by him. He smiled,

‘Thanks friend for this muffler and Thank God for the love infinity……’ 

He showed all his love to Thoru, made him comfortable to rest and returned in the world where it was all started. 

Author's Note

Thoru: Name given to a horse
Note: Part of Poetry was taken from Ahmed Ali's translation of poetry of 'Hafiz; in 'Twilight in Delhi'

Reviews

[Waseem Baloch]

Love is something each and everyone deserves and without it nothing is beautiful in life. great piece of writing Salar