Let the dove fly..

I was lying on my bed, thinking about lots of thing, thinking about my future, about the girl I love, about the last talk I had with her, thoughts about having her in my life tickles me, thoughts of walking with her hand in hand.

Then suddenly she came at the door, my god!! She was looking so beautiful in her white dress looking like an angel. My eyes fixed at her, from distant somewhere a fluttering sound came, I ignored, then a dove came in my vision, I ignored. I kept looking at her face, wow! She was looking so beautiful. I threw a glimpse to the dove which was fluttering its wing’s and making trips from one ventilator to the other. I thought of switching off the fan as it might hurt the dove. She said “ hi!”. My senses, deflected momentarily, resumed on her. Her sweet voice was like nodes of violin, giving peace to my whole existence. Her voice kept tingling my ears and I completely lost in her.

Another sound came from distant, quite melodious though I got irritated, that came from the dove, I wished it to go away as I could see my life which was just standing in front of me. I thought of opening the window to let the dove go which was still making to and fro motion between the ventilators.

She asked me whether I would allow her to come in or like to keep her standing at the door the whole afternoon. She gave a smile after saying so and I froze on her, managed to say yes in a stammered way. She gave a smile and came in. My eyes were still fixed on her.

Suddenly a loud sound came mixed with heavy fluttering and some drops dripped on my arms and forehead. I looked towards it, white feathers were floating all over in my room, the drops were of red color. The dove was lying on the floor, whose eyes were still open looking straight towards me, asking me for help, that was no more a white dove.

Suddenly I woke up and realized that it was a dream, neither the girl was in the room nor the dove. I was drenched in sweat, was breathing heavily.

I got up from my bed and became busy in my works. During the whole day I was thinking about the dream, how she came in my room and how beautiful she was.

During dusk when I was sitting in my room there was a distant fluttering sound. I looked for the source and found a dove in my room. I remembered the dream I saw that afternoon. I got up and switched off fan, opened the window, and the dove flew away.

I kept watching the shoring dove in the blue sky and cold breeze and realized that the dove of my dream is none other than my soul, and I am killing myself running after some beauty which was never there for me. I realized that the door as well as the window was closed, how could she come in, she neither came in my room nor in my life. She was like a mirage, I kept running for her and consequently losing myself.

I NEED TO OPEN THE WINDOW AND LET THE DOVE FLY……

THIS WILL RELIEVE ME FROM MY PAIN.