Prisms of Her Aura

There was a soul that was locked inside the prisms of her aura. She had in it many shades, she seeked all flora. Only she knew that the key of universe lies in her hands. That she is aware of those historical bends. That humankind needed its power and in nature was its only shower. There were many obstructions nevertheless. Every bump made her feel but less. But she used to rise up with equal efficiency. In sensations she had this fluency. She loved to play with words and their sounds. There inside was bliss abound.

But she had seen the real face of wrath. She knew once again the same fate is to be met - In each of her journeys in numerous bodies, In each of those around those dead prosodies. She knew the dance of creation. She had also danced to destroy those nations. Shiva and Shakti united inside her. She was the puppet of time’s stir.

She knew the purpose of her with whom she had already met. There upon some hill that child was perfect. Where she used to flow right inside that river. There that child with pleasure to shiver. He used to call himself Ganesha. He called her his wife with love and nature’s pleasure. There upon some grass they got married. Those dreams of fantasy they together carried. Or maybe it was all an illusion of divine. There with him she once did shine.

He used to show her a distant star. Blue was the color of that star so far. Shiva – his father he used to point at him. at night so close used to be his skin. He used to remember his dad at times. There she lulled him in dreamy rhymes. She told him to dream of his father and meet him there. she also promised to be of him over there. he smiled and closed his eyes so lovingly. There in his dreams he met her alluringly.

Next morning was one blissful sight. He came and hugged her to her delight. Night before was still in her mind. How he had come and called her thine. He had dragged a bedding right there on the floor. with a cushion blanket he called her for sure. And there he held her palm so strong. There he had called that world all wrong. There he called his wife to sleep with him. there he was so close there oh him.

In morning he claimed to have met her in his dreams. But denied to see his father beside that stream. He always missed his father yet showed her the same. There sun was his friend with whome he used to play a game. And then there was a grasshopper. He took her to meet him in beside some flower. He fed her with apples and cherries. There with his own hands he fed her with sweet cherries.and then he used to bless her too. With a prickly leaf he used to give her finger a rue.

She didn't know what caused her to blush whenever he was alongside. She had no clue he was her only side. There in those games of hide and seek. There she became his in soul and steak. Once while playing beside that river . he left her behind to get some pebbles. There she pleaded while having fun. But her words gave her a strange pun. She was touched there that day. There he said those words as if some divine ray. ‘ i can see you. I won’t leave you. Come , hold my hand.. I am there with you’. There that moment was an epiphany for her. There her entity attained a new spur. She lost her soul along with consciousness. There she was his along with all that mess.

There she had met with her purpose of life. There was her love – so far from strife. He was there to protect her from all shortcomings. There he used to talk about some disasters coming. He said thaqt a flood was coming soon and that the world would be finished. But he would welcome his friends and rest all would be famished. There she told him to hold on and let others come too. He said, ‘ no they don’t deserve anything in lieu. But for her happiness he was ready to save even the rest. It was her happiness that mattered to him the best. There they used to play under his friend spun. There he would make her hold his waist along with a revolving spun. Round and round they used to rotate. There she drew him pictures of Ganesha in numerous states. He learned making the mangalam sign from her. He loved her pictures  so bright yet blur.

All laughed upon them even his step mom. But he used to get angry like a thunderous storm .h his eyes had the entire universe in them. Those moon like eyes were then her life’s stem. They had visuals and magic  , for whatever he said, always came out to be true, to all’s unrest.

And then one day he vanished suddenly. No  more him, no kid so manly. There she waited for him till centuries. None came back, none in those centuries. She went back then returned all to her loss. He was never again found, despite of a search in that floss. She crossed mountains and rivers to find him then. But he never came , he that devil’s stepson.

He was right  about her life , that she would meet some strife. But he had also promised to be their with her. Nut he never came to those calls of her. Maybe he was there only no more visible. Maybe that was his magic, the reason why he was invisible.  But he never came only his name. There she missed there in that evil game.

She needed none but him to her close. There her life met every day with a new close.  So many miseries, so much happened. There all artificiality she thereby shunned. She heard the voice of cosmos now and then . she let it out there through her pen. But her words were a strange mystery. They never touched human history. They rather talked of species and cosmos. There she heard them all in that floss.

He somehow was there all inside her. There he laughed there his eyes did that spur. Deep inside the layers of her heart was some pain , a glitch from the start. And now his name was a pain too. Cause he never came back in lieu. But he was still present and this she knew. He caused her cheek to blush still in hue.

 written by - Mystical Wanderer