February 28, 2009

Mystic woman

There she stood in all her glory basking in the bright summer sunshine, breathing in the fresh air of the early morning...An illustration of a poet’s imagination...A majestic creation of the creator... A Blessed soul...A gifted body...A diamond in a crown of pearls...A vision of the heavenly beauty...A fragrance of the divine...An unheard reality...A magical aura
Enchanted and captivated in the imagination of witnessing the holy, he stared at the mirror asking for forgiveness....Forgiveness of witnessing something so pure that even his white soul seemed black...
His love was true...but unheard and untold it remained locked in the upper left side of his humanly body...Silence prevailed...Despair crept in, choking his already tight throat...The voice no longer seemed to come from the same old man, a man of confidence and accomplishments...The ‘weeds’ were of no help any longer...He was truly in a spell...Unable to express and incapable to feel the sense of being loved...
Hidden from reality a curse that made him to hate his own human soul...The spell that had taken a toll on his ordinary human body...choking himself to death and unable to gather the strength to express his feelings...
The miserable soul never realised the reality of his short mortal life that he wasted in a mere pursuit of something he was never destined for...Heartbroken he choked in silence till the day God decided to end the agony and take him in his divine arms...
Spell of the mystic woman which made him to stop believing in his own God given talents...A spell which only death could end...
“But It was too late to realise the curse which made him to hate himself actually never existed but it was just a mere fabrication of his own shy soul...”
And he never got a second chance to take his diamond and place her in his crown of pearls.....................The spell of the mystic woman...

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