Dust which belongs to the ground, that is no good but to the trampled by passersby and to be spat upon by strangers, sometimes rises in the storm; up and upto the apex of the wind, whirling upwards with the wind and leaping as if in joy for its aggrandizement. Once ‘he’ soared above the heavens and while he floated up there puffed with conceit, he looked down and saw the glory, riches and beauty of the world down below. He saw the scorn of the world for everything which is below it while dancing with the wind- movements so graceful with poise of a damsel. The one glimpse of the whole world, all at a time overwhelmed the dust particle –a cornucopia of sweets for his eyes, her beauty tingled him- a feast for his eyes which dazzled him. Every one of his breaths made him feel closer and closer with that world of whose beauty it saw.
While dancing about in grandeur with the wind, something so unworthy and unlikely of the dust particle happened to it- an impossibility for the particle became possible, it did something that it never should have. It DREAMED!!! It dreamed of being one with the glory of the world it saw. A dream in which it attained all the glories that it saw in a glimpse, a fraction of time that showed it the deceitfully enticing world around and all the colours of it.
He felt as if she was calling to him to come and be one with her. All he could think of was to go to her and be a part of what she was. He denied any obstacle that lay in between- he seemed to push them all into that dark hole called oblivion caused by love so that he would never see those obstacles again(or was it the lust for her beauty).
Late was he when he realized that he was wrong. The storm abated, the wind ceased. The dust started to lose height. It dropped fast back to where it lay. Dropping fast despite of his cry for his love. None heard those cries for it did not have a voice. And in the silence of its own inability to cry, it cried; grappling with reality to hold fast to its dream with false hopes of being with her one day, refusing and violently rejecting the thought that she’ll never come to him. The particle finally fell back to the ground waiting to be trampled upon and then he finally realized- I’m dust and here I belong!!
1 comment:
nic flow first of all..What it reminded me of is the age old adage "chaubey gaye jhabbey banney dubey ban gaye..." illusions r like that, they make us forget our ground base....n we think we r like d almighty all powerful n so when we fall we fall hard....
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