TSUNAMI

“You, your joys and your sorrows, your memories and your ambitions, your sense of personal identity and free will are in fact no more than the behaviour of a vast assembly of nerve cells and their associated molecules”. – Francis Crick, Nobel Laureate

He was her eternal lover
Since his child hood days
He came to her daily,
Both chatted for long hours
No one could notice them chatting,
The language of love only
Known to both of them.
Kind of silent communication of inner secrets, feelings.
He grew up
Both played pranks,
Laughed at each other,
Quarreled,
Her vast expanse
Like the vast expanse of blue-sky.
In the moon-lit nights
Sitting on the beach
Sometimes kicking the sand dunes
He witnessed the
Glittering blue sky coming down
And stars and moon showering
Kisses on her
Enjoying their reflections
He was envious though
But he knew
That relationship began
Since the birth of universe
She was his lover
Possessive both of them
One day he inquired:
Dear, why these fluctuating
Moods?
Sometimes as calm and serene as
A pond adjacent to his home
With the blooming
Lotus flowers and its
Green leaves
Sometimes you, like a fairy
Like a gyrating dancer,
with her disheveled hair moving violently
like Devi’s thandava,
Restless and angry,
Were you a jilted-lover in your previous birth…..
That made her laugh
And with a motherly affection replied:
I have no birth, deaths
And hence no rebirths
I was here, I am here
I will be here, my dear
A sigh of relief from him,
One day, under a
Cloudy sky with
Moon and stars hidden
Behind the clouds,
He sat at the beach for long hours,
Looking gloomy
Occasional lightnings,
And roars of thunder
“Dear you are very late today
Now it will rain heavily
Can’t you see?”
Go, hurry, home
No response came out from him,
She went sad, very sad,
The next day he
Went to a distant city,
He didn’t go to meet her
She expected him for long long hours,
Her moods changed,
Wings of waves,
Like wings of fury,
Like wings of fire,
Lashed her head repeatedly
On the scattered rocks.
Storms, thunder showers
She,
like a jilted lover went mad,
With the wings of fury
Moving skywards menacingly
Uprooting the trees,
Houses, monuments, lives,
Her fury knew no bounds,
Her cries reverberated around,
He in the crowded, congested city
While moving along the streets through the crowds,
Felt drops of
Water pouring down
To his feet from above like
Tear drops
He knew it were her tear drops
And rushed back to meet her and
Calm her………….