Tides of Realizations

Tides of realizations almost drowned me today. I sprawled on my chair and tried writing a story...

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I wrote 'Khwaab'(dream) but realized Dreams are made up of dusts, one blow of wind and they vanish into the thin air; into the oblivion. I slashed the word brutally until no trace of the letters were discernible. I realized how much I hate the word. How the word is always ready for a serious onslaught! If I could only dream like trees !!

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I wrote "Aasmaan"(sky) but a thought came upon me. I love the starry sky more than anything in this universe and true it is that I've felt the reciprocation of its love many a times. For instance When deep in my thoughts I contemplate stars, sometimes clouds gather around and posed as an obstruction. The next moment the clouds are drawn apart and we-stars and me are united again. No matter what I write about us, it'll forever remain insufficient. I slashed the word too, but gently. If only I were a star too.

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I wrote "Ocean" and reminisced about all the secrets I've shared with it. The waves always acknowledge my excuses of all the things I did wrong. How close we are and how insignificant I am. I've entrusted all my secrets to the waves. So I slashed the word too and laughed at our stupidity; how once late at night we shouted at each other. A remarkable tragedy it was!! If only I could become a wave.

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Then I wrote 'Love' and I was at a loss for words. Moments passed into hours and I couldn't write a single word. Another realization dawned upon me:

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Nothing but bonds and affinities have held the universe together; if not for these, we would have long lost ourselves. We call that bonds, 'Love' in English but birds know about it too! Nothings is above Love. It follows nothing and nothing follows it. When its Love then its Love, that's it.

How could I slash this word? I was at my wit's end. I can never, for I'm just a spec of dust in front of this profound word and its very unbecoming for a trivial human being to comment on such a word. I would if I could, in a language that is known to birds and stars.

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If only I could know the language of the universe.

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"LOVE"