It was a long journey, up and down the mountains, in and out of tunnels, rain and sun, that face had seen all. The smile had given way to a line ,which ran across the face. It was not there when he started the journey. Neither it was caused by some act of nature, nor was it a mistake of that face. It was a slap by one of the loved ones, when he asked for his due in times of need. No one knew apart from him that it was a memoir of his trust and faith. When he started the journey, he was alone but excited, he was afraid of new things yet had courage to try them out and he was not looking to meet new people but to explore himself. There was a charm and innocence in his eyes which used to lit up the dull skies. Branches would swing with joy when he would pass by becuase trees would not have heard such a affectionate voice and a gentle touch. On his journey, one day he met a cloud, which was dark and would roar at times, h would get scared sometimes but mostly would keep the company of cloud for it gave him shade from the sun, would rain to help him survive when he found no food and would bring lightening when he got scared in the dark night. He felt he was not alone but had a hand to hold on when the going get tough and he felt in his heart if there was a day, when he may want to end the journey the cloud will whisper a few words and he will resume without a second thought. He met a few birds who sang with him for sometime and a few butterflies who made his heart flutter with joy again when he had tears in his eyes, for it was not known he had lost one foot.
In his childood, once he had fallen asleep in the lap of his mother when he felt some tremors , and a beam from his weak house fell on him, crushing one of his legs. His mother had wept and asked whom people call 'GOD' to be merciful and bless her son with power to walk again on his both legs but God has not one but all to care for, said it was unfair to those who have none in their life. Do not be greedy and thank that your son has got one, and a lot of other blessings that you do not count but which keeps the spark lit in your son's heart. Cry no more and do not mourn the loss, for the deeds he will do later in his life, will bring glory and pride and will help you live long. Mother as she was, saw her son come towards her, and she covered her face so that he will not see the sadness and remorse. But after that day, the silence between the two guided them both towards the journey he would take to inspire people to write songs for him which his mother would hear when he would go on the journey which all understood could not be delayed.
The cloud was so high in the sky that it never knew when his friend looked down it was not that he was finding the way to ensure he is on the right path, but it was to hide his tears from the cloud. The journey was difficult, not many had made it till the end all knew, but he was missing a foot , that made him more tired than earlier others would have felt. Cloud as it was floating in the sky , would run ahead of him and them turn back and meet him again, would keep playing with him at times making him cry and at times making his heart beat with joy. He knew even if he got lost in forest dark and unknown,the cloud will find him, for he was leaving a trail of blood as he never removed the thorn from his only foot. His hands were tied when he started the journey, so that he does not pluck flowers and climb the trees or catch the butterflies for he would not then complete the journey in time and bring glory that was awaited.But no one thought, if he walked over a path full of thorns, who would pluck them out and heal his wounds.
The cloud never saw the hands were tied, it was far above that it could not see the hands or the lonely foot or the thorns on the path that he would see. When he was in pain, he looked down and tears rolled down from his eyes and fell on the ground, one would meet his foot and make him feel he was alive but the other one , left him soon and met the ground. The journey he prayed for his tears should be together and at least they should meet and dry, but no one could help and they met their end at differnt times lying far apart from each other in a land so dry.
Mountains he had climbed, rivers he had passed and animals he had fought, the cloud so impressed would dance for him in joy but when going got tough, and his strength gave away, his tiredness took over and he slowed down on the way. When for days and days he would sit trying to collect his strength and move on , cloud became restless coz he wanted to move on. The winds and the breeze called the cloud from far away and told him about the beautiful valleys which were miles and miles away. The cloud could no longer stay with him for he was losing life and it was certain no more he would end the journey and do the cloud proud. So, cloud thought it wise to leave him alone for he needed time to decide what to do ahead and how to carry out the responsibilities that others would expect.
Cloud freed him of all duties and expectations of friendship and asked him to be strong as he was in the past; for they would meet again and chersih the memories they shared when he would reach the valley and forget about his pains and the cloud will reach there first and if it thought it is important, it would then wait. It thundered once again and in the flashing light, cloud saw his face once more who bore no sign of joy and charm which once never left its friend.
He carried on for he knew, no other way, and trees laughed at him, birds cam eto him to mourn for the death of friendship he felt. He fought for each breath and lived for each moment but no one understood his loneliness. He carried on for years and years, and he felt one day, something cold and wet beneath his foot. It was no tear, as they had dried coz when the pain was too much,his heart forot to cry. What he felt was a drop of dew, which made him feel a life so new. He thought of the cloud, who promised him to meet but in his heart knew what lay ahead. Not songs of merrimment and joy of meeting a friend, but he put up a smile he had saved for this day deep in his heart long ago when the cloud left. Cloud came to him when he heard songs of glory about a man who made till the valley, whom people said was brave and full of heart. But cloud looked at him and said in disgust, look at you now what have you done.The journey was tough you always knew, you should have known your strength and taken it light.Now you have lost all life from your face when you dared to put fight. It is ugly and criss crossed with lines, lines which tell about your story and defeat. Victory you may feel when you reached here, but i know the defeat you have witnessed in front of sorrow and grief. The man who stands in front of me is not my friend, for you no more is the face I have seen, for you no more can sense the joy I feel with the birds here who have wings to fly and can accompany me to the skies far and wide. You have lost your life in treading a path which was lonely and tough, you know no easy thing.We cannot be friends for we see nothing the same way. Cloud left too fast without a last glance and that killed his heart. News spread like fire and his mother flew in a while to that valley where she knew she would find her son, but before she could rest her son in her lap, all she could find was a body and no soul. Her tear fell on the ground and met a tear which had fallen from his son's eyes when he had thought of the memories he had made, and all he remmebered was the friend he had lost when cloud left him alone and deep sad eyes of his mother and her wait. His tear had always dried alone, it was the only time that his last tear met a wet tear dropped from his mother's eye and was buried in the ground as if slept in his mother's lap with comfort and felt so safe.
In his childood, once he had fallen asleep in the lap of his mother when he felt some tremors , and a beam from his weak house fell on him, crushing one of his legs. His mother had wept and asked whom people call 'GOD' to be merciful and bless her son with power to walk again on his both legs but God has not one but all to care for, said it was unfair to those who have none in their life. Do not be greedy and thank that your son has got one, and a lot of other blessings that you do not count but which keeps the spark lit in your son's heart. Cry no more and do not mourn the loss, for the deeds he will do later in his life, will bring glory and pride and will help you live long. Mother as she was, saw her son come towards her, and she covered her face so that he will not see the sadness and remorse. But after that day, the silence between the two guided them both towards the journey he would take to inspire people to write songs for him which his mother would hear when he would go on the journey which all understood could not be delayed.
The cloud was so high in the sky that it never knew when his friend looked down it was not that he was finding the way to ensure he is on the right path, but it was to hide his tears from the cloud. The journey was difficult, not many had made it till the end all knew, but he was missing a foot , that made him more tired than earlier others would have felt. Cloud as it was floating in the sky , would run ahead of him and them turn back and meet him again, would keep playing with him at times making him cry and at times making his heart beat with joy. He knew even if he got lost in forest dark and unknown,the cloud will find him, for he was leaving a trail of blood as he never removed the thorn from his only foot. His hands were tied when he started the journey, so that he does not pluck flowers and climb the trees or catch the butterflies for he would not then complete the journey in time and bring glory that was awaited.But no one thought, if he walked over a path full of thorns, who would pluck them out and heal his wounds.
The cloud never saw the hands were tied, it was far above that it could not see the hands or the lonely foot or the thorns on the path that he would see. When he was in pain, he looked down and tears rolled down from his eyes and fell on the ground, one would meet his foot and make him feel he was alive but the other one , left him soon and met the ground. The journey he prayed for his tears should be together and at least they should meet and dry, but no one could help and they met their end at differnt times lying far apart from each other in a land so dry.
Mountains he had climbed, rivers he had passed and animals he had fought, the cloud so impressed would dance for him in joy but when going got tough, and his strength gave away, his tiredness took over and he slowed down on the way. When for days and days he would sit trying to collect his strength and move on , cloud became restless coz he wanted to move on. The winds and the breeze called the cloud from far away and told him about the beautiful valleys which were miles and miles away. The cloud could no longer stay with him for he was losing life and it was certain no more he would end the journey and do the cloud proud. So, cloud thought it wise to leave him alone for he needed time to decide what to do ahead and how to carry out the responsibilities that others would expect.
Cloud freed him of all duties and expectations of friendship and asked him to be strong as he was in the past; for they would meet again and chersih the memories they shared when he would reach the valley and forget about his pains and the cloud will reach there first and if it thought it is important, it would then wait. It thundered once again and in the flashing light, cloud saw his face once more who bore no sign of joy and charm which once never left its friend.
He carried on for he knew, no other way, and trees laughed at him, birds cam eto him to mourn for the death of friendship he felt. He fought for each breath and lived for each moment but no one understood his loneliness. He carried on for years and years, and he felt one day, something cold and wet beneath his foot. It was no tear, as they had dried coz when the pain was too much,his heart forot to cry. What he felt was a drop of dew, which made him feel a life so new. He thought of the cloud, who promised him to meet but in his heart knew what lay ahead. Not songs of merrimment and joy of meeting a friend, but he put up a smile he had saved for this day deep in his heart long ago when the cloud left. Cloud came to him when he heard songs of glory about a man who made till the valley, whom people said was brave and full of heart. But cloud looked at him and said in disgust, look at you now what have you done.The journey was tough you always knew, you should have known your strength and taken it light.Now you have lost all life from your face when you dared to put fight. It is ugly and criss crossed with lines, lines which tell about your story and defeat. Victory you may feel when you reached here, but i know the defeat you have witnessed in front of sorrow and grief. The man who stands in front of me is not my friend, for you no more is the face I have seen, for you no more can sense the joy I feel with the birds here who have wings to fly and can accompany me to the skies far and wide. You have lost your life in treading a path which was lonely and tough, you know no easy thing.We cannot be friends for we see nothing the same way. Cloud left too fast without a last glance and that killed his heart. News spread like fire and his mother flew in a while to that valley where she knew she would find her son, but before she could rest her son in her lap, all she could find was a body and no soul. Her tear fell on the ground and met a tear which had fallen from his son's eyes when he had thought of the memories he had made, and all he remmebered was the friend he had lost when cloud left him alone and deep sad eyes of his mother and her wait. His tear had always dried alone, it was the only time that his last tear met a wet tear dropped from his mother's eye and was buried in the ground as if slept in his mother's lap with comfort and felt so safe.
