UNBORN LOVE : Biranchi Poudyal

-Biranchi Poudyal  

Her name was Sami. The sunrise was rushing to its height through every possible phase and soon it was laying its auriferous rays over Kathmandu valley. Smiling at blooming morning, she spread her arms to welcome the golden rays which was trying to pass through her body. She could feel the wind smoothly touching her belle youth. She tried to escape but the gust of wind successfully put emblem of kiss in her scarlet lips. She felt shifting sensation of delight and fear.

Sami looked around and saw_­ something that she hadn’t noticed before; green hills embracing each other, sky adversely staring at the land, the leaves being tenderly touched by dewdrops and  time caressing every blink of moment with its icy finger. Overawed by a strange, delicious shyness, she felt same natural phenomena recurring deep inside her body. Slowly, then suddenly she plead to fly in her imagination. She half-blinked her eyes_ CLOSE . . . . . . *

Defeating her self- respect, her imagination crossed mental horizon of morality and lead her to the shore. There she got on a phantom boat which was moving on feverish tide of life. On the way she witnessed purple bird fluting madrigal melody to welcome her, summer decorating her ways and moonlight guiding the boat with its silver coated rays . After a moment , she  reached in the world of desire where ecstasy was ruling over frail time.  

She looked herself as reflected in pond, she was covered with white transparent flower shield by indescribable fragrances of youth and her glowing milky body appeared very alluring. She felt herself in the mild of mellow maturity. Into that bluish pond, the charming hues of her body sunk silently.

New dreams began to take wing in her imagination, the skies seemed wine-blue and bubbling with stars. She saw a boy walking in the shimmer rays of sun. He was tall golden haired in rosy twilight of boyhood, his muscular chest and strong beam of myelin  visible through his muslin shirt. Upon seeing him, her buried sprit revived like burned phonetic bird. Every blink of eyes brings him closer to her. She could feel the air of his warm breath softly touching her scarlet cheeks.

When he comes very close she enquired in half-breathless murmur of amazement “ Who are you  and what are you doing in this strange land ?

With changed expression and wide open eyes he replied “ Don’t you know me ? I’m your hidden passionate desire and this isn’t a strange land. It’s a world inside you .

Then how come, I don’t know you till now ? she added her query

He sadly replied, “Every time you  try to reach me your self-respect stops you  but this time you wined over it and we are here together.”

After hearing his words, dark diagonal  of fear crowned her countenance and she made  soft insidious plea, “ Please show my way back to consciousness, what will others say if they knew  I’ve crossed the border of morality?  “

He spoke warm assuring words, “ Don’t worry about others. Here is nobody except you and me in this land.”

On his words, she felt the untouched sensation and unrecognized soothing vibes of his soul casting spell on her. His hypnotic eyes were asking  to outlet her  hysteric emotions.

Softening her frown to quivering smile, she embraced him tightly. She began to utter unconsciously, “Come on my love, feel every petal of my body, please pour your  love on me till we  sink deep down on our sweat . Don’t worry about time;  today time is our slave, heaven is protecting us from earthly eyes_ mingle yourself in me and let my spirit dwell in your soul.”

A propitious sky marbled with pearly white  and sea slept under a haze of dying moonlight. Gravity pulled down her flowery attire and tacit eyes of heaven behold the exhibition of her immortal youth .  A desire of moth for star was being fulfilled in every way, stifling sound of pain and delight echoed over the deepening night. Illuminating  glamor of youth and mizzle   of love wet her blooming chrysalis. Now a satisfied sense of completeness oozed from her forehead like droplet of monsoon falling down penetrating hay thatch roof. The sallow desire that used to fade and die in the dim of society was flying higher and higher above  ceaseless fleeting sky.

She speak in naïve voice, “ my love, what have we done? I don’t know what forced me to quench my thirst from your deep eyes. When I saw your inviting  looks, flood of pride also failed to stop me from sneaking down in your deepness.”

What did you see inside my eyes ? he asked softly

Curling her fastidious lips she whispered ,“There I found  bees identical to me, were  trapped in social web. The shadow of reviving memory darken my face , I was stunned to see  every bees born out of my desire  were trapped there. I redeem them all- flattering their pink wings  soon they start hovering around blue spring flowers. ”

She made soundless confession that was little more than whisper “ While I witness them slurping flowery juice, it felt as if my old wounds were smoothly healing.” 

With rebellious spirit she  howled like tempest “  I will not submit myself to society’s  will, for I know silently enduring oppression is doing injustice to myself.  I will take you with me in my world , I will mingle you inside my soul . And someday, in front of all earthly eyes, I will let you rest under my breast.

Serenity beamed from his look and he pled “Dear flower of heaven, this world is full of ecstasy but the world you live in is a barren oasis where ignorant bulky minds will spray poison in your blameless natural desire and you can never bloom there. Let’s live in this world for good”

Suddenly she rose higher than heaven, shaking through the mountains, blazing fire of womanly desire began to destroy that wonderful land, fierce gale wiped out all heavenly framework and ceaseless purple sky fall upon the land.

Only two of them were alive in flying lotus leaf. She sat eying him with frosty calmness. Slowly his muscular body started to melt like wax ; his  tall, dark, saturnine youth was fading like green glow of dying leaf. In a moment, she saw his existence vanished from the canvas of her sight.

Now, she half- blinked her eyes_ OPEN  . . . . .. . *  same pleasant day of Kathmandu  was  standing erect before her. She had already forgotten her oblivious visit to wonderland and the boy she had met. But she felt familiar movements and manly touch deep inside her womb.

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