CRADLE OF TIME

       

Cradle of Time

He fell asleep swinging on Time's cradle. But deep in the woods of 'Beings' innumerable cradles swung. He woke up and faced what the slumber cost him. That blue cradle that swung right beside him was empty. He tried to recall every word that he had exchanged and then tried to breathe the same air of last night.
The air left was such that it detested his nostrils. He felt smothered. The air didn't come inside his lungs as if they were ending up in other organs. He staggered; the hands were cold and wet, tried and failed to take hold of something. But the fall was inevitable. Every cradle in the woods was occupied except the blue one that swung on its own. He tried getting closer but it swung no more. Head hung loose when a drop of rain crashed on his shoulder. He stepped back and looked above. Clouds had gathered overhead; it followed every step. He ran with the blue cradle but the limbs took him nowhere until the eyes were closed. Drenched in rain he panted for air. The blue paint was withering away. His hands were turning blue; the grip wasn't loosened when he ended up in a ditch. The cradle started to melt, his mouth started having its taste and in no time he drank the cradle.
He became blue and everywhere he saw was skies.
And then he soared up in the sky.