Sonnets of Spring Entry #7

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Life Cycle

-Nature’s Natural

” ‘I should ask her… Or I shouldn’t.’ I kept staring at her while my mind tried to look through the haze. It was too late. She strutted past me again and left no solace for my longing heart.” It continued, “Even Shakespeare would be in dearth of adjectives to define her divine beauty. This red glowing Sun would shy away at her luscious lips. The deafening silence of the space would scream upon seeing the tranquility on her face.”

“…you will have to repeat your Maths course,” said a stern voice. I stood up and with weary eyes looked at its source. Suddenly, an unfamiliar bell rang and I ran out to escape the embarrassment of failures.

That sad day was not supposed to end on a sad note. As I rushed outdoors, I crashed into her. It was an accident that I had planned innumerable times in my dreams. It actually happened. Her silky, curly hairs brushed my face. I whirled around and fell right into her embrace. Oh! What a heavenly touch that was! But strange as I am, I turned without acknowledging her and kept running.


“It’s getting colder as I am getting nearer. However, I entered the examination hall with a troubled heart and wrote the paper with a hustled mind. She was sitting right across me in that hall. Should I have approached her? Perhaps, I should have. But I could not gather courage then. It is one of those moments which you might have planned and rehearsed a hundred times but your body gives up at the final moment. It seems that the body and the mind are two independent entities. Yet, one tries to control the other. I tried to force my limbs and walk up to her.But to no avail. Well, the next day was the last day, my last chance to pour my heart out.”

“I am sorry! Are you alright. Why were you running on the street? Why don’t you speak? Hey! He is bleeding. Help! Help! Lift him in the car. Let’s rush him to the hospital.” said he in his known stern voice. I heard some people uttering in grief, “This kid will not survive. May God bless his soul. May his soul rest in peace.” These were the only words that my conscious mind could hear and remember.

“It was a very long day. Every second seemed an hour. I was too anxious. I won’t get another chance. I hardly slept that night. Racing the first light of morning Sun, I reached my school. I kept waiting for her, outside the school and inside the campus. She didn’t come. The gatekeeper of Hell had given me only two days. And this was the last one.”

“I laid my head down on the desk and went in deep slumber. Although I had a few hours left, I had lost hope. Death kills your body but your soul clings onto hope and thrives. But this time I felt like losing my soul too. I was drifting towards eternal sleep when your Maths teacher woke me up. I was back to your world.”

As it was telling me this, I found myself rising from the white hospital bed. I could not feel my limbs. I felt no pain. I rose inch by inch. I saw the red glow of the Sun before entering the silent space. But I didn’t want to go. How could I depart without telling her? Didn’t God hear that man’s prayers? Was there no God? Where was I going? I tried very hard to descend but all in vain. The only thing I could do was think and ponder upon my wasteful life. Before falling into oblivion, I looked down. Down to the place I rose from. It seemed that the time had stopped at that moment. I was still standing at the gates. And there she was. Everything was still. So, I decided to focus on the voice which I heard it for the last time.The voice was fading but I could distinctly make out what it was trying to say.

“All was not over yet. As I was running out of the campus gate, I crashed into her. Would you believe? She was right in front of me. What a better show of fortune one wants? I won’t miss it this time. I rushed onto the street to lift the rose that I brought for this special occasion. Then were we hit by a car. Your body became too weak to bear me, so, here I stand at Hell’s gate. Again.”

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