Remains In My Heart...

We wish to have a life that goes on ever bright but when I realize a night is always there after a day my heart longs to get back to bright. As I wait for long to get back to the light and it seems no hint of morning that I await is ready to come. Days and nights are sure but days and nights of life is unsure. I am waiting innocently in the dark for my light but nothing seems to bring a clue of what I wish.

Through tons of thoughts and tons of attempts to solve the puzzle
I was tired looking for an escape. In my soreness I felt a wind against my face. It sounds weird in the dark. But it didn’t stop to hit my face again and again as though it tells me to wake up. I was much tired even to notice what it has for me. But it is never tired until I listen to it. Finally I made up my mind to pay attention to it. The more I listened the more I became lighter. Lighter and lighter and lighter like a feather. Then the wind tenderly carried me out of a unique way which I have failed to find. I don’t know where I’m going to be landed or what it has for me to offer but sure of my soreness kept me insane. Its weird that I enjoyed the journey with much stillness and I knew only with such a tired heart and still mind could enjoy this.

I was totally empty and was thinking that this world is so as me.

But when this journey happens I realized there is much more than I think or imagine. Yes the world beyond realities. A world called a miracle or a wonder world. Later into the long narrow dark tunnel, which seems nothing new to me who was tired of darkness. Suddenly I felt a glow of light on me spreading over. I felt as though I have been healed from a terrible disease. The first sound I heard is the sound of the water caused by doves that was swimming on the silver pond with much grace. My heart captured the moment very precisely that I felt as though filling my soul with honey.

Coloured bubbles wading across captured my eyes. I was astonished to see different coloured bubbles wading across all over and was eager to find its source but so much like the air it has no specific source, it comes from everywhere. To see as coloured bubbles wading, the white dove swimming in the silver pond, was entirely different from the world I came and the world I could ever imagine. And I noticed something tiny was falling against me. I took up my palms and looked at it and I saw tiny golden bits. I looked up to see tiny golden bits of no weight showering like a snow. I was much filled with awe to the hidden beauty of this secret wonder world and I wondered what else could it offer to me. I heard a melody coming along the air which was so fresh and pure. A tune I have never heard that coats me with a sense of bliss.

I looked at me and I hated looking at me after looking all this.

I was the only ugly thing there. I felt I do not deserve this place.
I saw something big floating and gazed my eyes there. I was surprised to see that was a pure white plump cloud on which an angel was sitting. A man angel of trim and healthy body type with a pure white thick cotton cloth crossed against his chest. He glowed like a moon of white light. His face was tender, pure and pleasant. Along his two sides there were wings of white feathers wide and of his spine length both glowing in white. While I was watching him, he smiled on me and called me by my name.

I was stunned for a moment. My human mind suddenly wades through thoughts of how could this happen, an angel from heaven would know me and further down my name. Again I felt so hard and thought it’s unimaginable to fell in his eyesight. I hesitated. He called me again by name and said, “Dear Son, God Loves You… so do not hide yourself from God. He loves to see you.”

My heart skips a beat. But I felt an urge to answer. “Yes… I… But…”, I felt a lump in my throat. The pain of being neglected, the ache of loss, the thirst of being wanted are the only possessions I had. The possession no one will like to have and the possession no one will admire the person possessing it. He again called me, “Dear Son, come to me”. Inspite of all of my ugliness I decided to obey for a loving call. I came forward with shrank shoulders, bust knees, shaking hands, wrinkled skin, grey white hairs, dull eyes, choked cheeks, nervy neck, weary shirt, dirty pants and torn shoes.