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Saturday, January 3, 2015

Closure.....!

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 50; the fiftieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

This post won the Gold Batom at Blog-a-ton 50



 "There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you" 
- Maya Angelou


The day of reunion had dawned. He hadn’t seen her for ages. The longing for the warmth of her body hurt his soul. His lips parched for her gentle kiss. His heart raced like a million horses.

“We are Soul mates, love”, he had once told her while stroking her long locks.

She had responded by planting a passionate kiss on his lips. He was so drunk in her love that he couldn't stop himself from revelling in the moment.

He shuffled hurriedly towards the Temple of his love, where he had left her, waiting, forever!

His chest felt heavy. He was guilty. He had walked away silently. Without even looking back.

He hadn’t even given her a reason for breaking her heart. He had broken his promise to her, the promise of gifting her a bed of roses. Instead, he had rewarded her undying love with a bed of thorns. Nevertheless, today, he had broken free. He had finally mustered the courage to go against one and all. He had decided to wipe out the painful times of yore and rewrite  their story into a beautiful one, He knew that their meeting was going to be thorny. He anticipated her wrath. Hell, yes, he deserved it too.



"All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name"
 - Andre Breton

He reached and saw that she was standing there, exactly where he had left her, at the crossroads of life, though she looked aberrant. Once, she had strikingly beautiful eyes, cherry colored lips, an innocent face, lustrous locks, soft arms, and a smooth skin. All that was gone now. But, it was still her. Oh yes!

She saw him walking towards her. Blood slowly rolled down her cheeks. He knew her heart was weeping. He knelt down beside her and silently begged for forgiveness. She stood still,
unmoved.

“I am guilty’, he said, his eyes staring at the mud below her bare feet. ‘I was compelled to do
what I did. I was helpless. I became a coward. I gave you up, for the happiness of everyone else”, he explained. She was still unmoved.He slowly opened his heart to her. There were scars on it. She saw that his words were true, so, her heart forgave him. The scars in her heart disappeared.

He smiled. But, she didn’t.

She started rubbing her hands over her vulnerable body and started shedding off her skin. She was enduring excruciating pain, but still she didn’t stop.

He could not fathom her actions. Clueless, he asked,“What are you doing?” “I am shedding off the warmth of your hug. It has wrapped my body for too long”, she replied in a hollow voice.

After shedding her skin, she started pouring sullied stream all over her naked body. He looked at her confused. “The alluring smell of your body refuses to leave mine”, she answered, reading his eyes.

She then turned to the tree behind her and plucked the leaves from it. She carefully folded the pungent leaves and chewed them, relishing its taste. The bitterness of the leaves filled and rocked her being.He gazed at her helplessly. “The sweet taste of your kiss has stayed on my tongue too long”, she whispered.

She then wrenched out traces of his love from her soul and strung them bit by bit on the tree. “My soul has long been a prisoner of your love and I am setting  it free now"she announced.

And then, finally, she grabbed a piece of her broken heart and buried it in the ground. “It died a painful death after you left”, she explained, looking at him emptily. And then, her tears stopped rolling. She was now ready, ready to leave.

As she emptied herself, he started feeling the emptiness creeping up into his soul. All the love, her love, that had once filled his existence slowly vanished.

To stop the Goddess of his Temple from leaving, he desperately started unbuttoning his coat. She stopped him with a flick of her hand. 'Do not remove the coat. That coat is my prayer for you. Wear it. It will protect you’, she said and started to leave.

“Are you really going?” he asked frantically, but his voice was unheard by her.

“We are soul mates, aren’t we?” He begged .

“The string of my soul has long been wrecked by your treacherous love”, her voice was unfeeling but her eyes mocked his cowardice.

“Then why did you wait for me for this long?” He screamed, fresh blood flowing through his
eyes now.

“Because.... because I wanted answers…a Closure”, she answered while turning away.

As soon as she turned away, he took off his coat. His body was no more the temple of her love!

He wanted to perish. As soon as the coat fell off his body, her prayer left his soul and he was
burnt to ashes.



“If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.” 
- William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night 
 
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35 comments:

Vikas Khair said...

Wow, talk about forever love this was surely that. In the middle I thought that I was reading about angels. Very nice and different post Khushi. Please check my effort for the topic too.

Vikas Khair - Lovebirds

Khushi said...

Thanks Vikas. :-)

Megha said...

Well sometimes a closure is required to simply just move on. You have narrated it really well! :)

I really liked a few bits..in between when you talked about how she took off the clothes and chewed leaves. That is some creativity!

All the best for BAT50! :)

Regards,
Megha

Amrita Sabat said...

This is surreal...beautifully written...

Blood, temple, shedding skin...all at a different plane indeed..

Plz do go thru my blo-a-ton post too if U have tym:
Amrita - Overclouded

Khushi said...

Yes, Megha, a closure is required to move on. Thanks for your kind words. All the best to you as well. :-)

Khushi said...

Thank you for your kind words, Amrita. :-)

Parvathy said...

Wow. Wow. Wow! *Fan forever*

Khushi said...

Thank you for your kind words Parvathy... *touched forever*
:-)

Ada Wiam said...

Wow. This is a marvellous piece of art. I loved it so much. The words are so beautiful it entranced me.

Khushi said...

Thank you for your kind words, Ada Wiam. I am glad you liked it. :-)

Tanya Sehgal said...

My God... I have tears in my eyes. I cant express how beautiful it was. I could imagine it all. There's so much pain in true love- yet their's so much beauty. No matter how ugly the one beholds- it is gorgeous in my heart ! Awesomely expressed. You have a lovely blog :* :) Take care

Khushi said...

Love in its purest form is the most beautiful thing ever. As you mentioned " gorgeous" too. Thank you for your kind words, Tanya. :-)

Vinay Leo R. said...

Very nicely written, Khushi. That was different, and I agree with Parvathy's comment. Wow. wow. wow.

Khushi said...

My god, I am so overwhelmed. :-)
Vinay, thank you so much for your kind words :-)

aativas said...

Nicely written!

Khushi said...

Thanks Aativas. :)

Rahul Kannan said...

Very very beautifully written !! I could feel the beauty of the pain in true love !! Your writing is very strong and influencing :)

All the best for BAT :)

Khushi said...

Thank you for your kind words, Rahul. I am glad you liked it. :-)

the little princess said...

Beautiful!! That's the word that first came to mind! The story is so visual that it moved me for more reasons than one...you write really well Khushi!!

the little princess said...

Beautiful!! That's the word that first came to mind! The story is so visual that it moved me for more reasons than one...you write really well Khushi!!

Khushi said...

@the little princess thank you so much for your kind words. I am glad you liked it. And do I even need to mention about your amazing writing and narration skills?? :-) I am your fan. :-)

AuraOfThoughts MeenalSonal said...

Great writing,it kept me hooked till the end.

CRD said...

This was abstract art in words. What a narrative :)

All the best for BAT 50. Vote for your favourite post, not your favourite blogger.:)

Cheers
CRD

cifar shayar said...

It was beautifully narrated, the feeling of love and separation nicely executed,

My Blogaton#50 post Soulmates

Khushi said...

Thanks Cifar Shayar. I am glad you liked it. :-)

Khushi said...

Thanks CRD. :-)
I agree with you on the voting part. May the best post/blog win. :-)

Khushi said...

Thanks Meenal. I loved your post too. :-)

Someone is Special said...

Okay, I have no words to thank you for writing a masterpeice. They ending was so different and the way she answered him touched my heart. She is an angel. That's for sure. Would love to read more... what made him leave and why he came again..

Someone is Special

Khushi said...

@Someone is special, am I dreaming or is it really you? I am thrilled to bits after seeing your comment. Thank you so much for your kind words. I am so glad you liked it. Your comment means so much to me. Thanks once again.

Doing the happy dance :)

Regards,
Khushboo

Alcina said...

Wow! That was a beautiful story you weaved.
All the best :)

Khushi said...

Thank you Alcina. I am glad you loved it.

All the best to you too. :)

Unknown Shri said...

Ah! Pain! Quite graphic. You have a way with words.
Look forward to reading more of your writing.

Khushi said...

Thanks Unknown Shri. I hope I write more so that you can read more of my writing :)

Someone is Special said...

Congratulations on the win! Keep participating in Blog-a-Ton!

Someone is Special

Khushi said...

Thank you so much Marshal. I hope to write more.

Regards,
Khushboo