While Our Hearts Throbbed

While Our Hearts Throbbed
She looked up at the sky for a while as if thanking The Almighty for a blessing. For a while, I wondered if I was the blessing she was being thankful for. I really don’t know why she didn’t show it to me, or was it that I was unable to perceive her gratefulness to me. I felt sure she considered me a valuable asset. She didn’t take me for granted.

I tried to recount all the entities I was taking for granted, and I ought to be grateful for too. I began to shiver with fright: it is to take  a lifetime if I begin thanking Allah for everything He has bestowed upon me. I wonder if the list included her too in it for she is certainly an asset for me. I really don’t know which of us is more grateful for the blessing we found in each other.

Life is to begin for both of us in a while, and like everything else in life, it is certainly not going to be easy. I had left behind quite a bit of myself, most of it is irrelevant now. I was glad to be able to  move on. For the time being, we held each other’s hands a bit more tightly. None of us wanted the incumbent moment to slip away before it was completely wringed of all happiness it contained within itself. Time insists on moving on.

There is very little we can   ever do about the legions of time that are to come our way, but we can certainly make the most of all aeons of time flitting by begging to be recorded in our memories in a more tangible form than they are in. we pulled closer to each other to be sure to absorb all the ecstasy ingrained in every single moment.

We could almost hear each other’s heart throbbing wildly in each other’s presence. We heard a ferocious lion roar within both of us as our blood ran wildly through our arteries and veins. It needed to be cooled down before it could swallow up a large part of our happiness. I could sense a whole lot of words running ahead of all this contention within both  of us to pacify the beast. They were the only weapons we had to deal  with the crisis.

 I heard her unarticulated confession of love long before she moved her lips. A similar confession found itself in my eyes. The beauty of the situation was that we didn’t need to say anything in words. Our lips didn’t have to move in any manner to articulate a message at that time. There were already a whole lot of messages being exchanged at a metaphysical level; a lot of them were flowing through our hands which we were simply not prepared to leave. There was quite a lot going on at a paradisal level although we still had our feet on the ground. I was certainly not going to leave her hand.

As we inched closer to her on the bed, I began to wonder how much was I going to honour my resolve. The paradisal level we found ourselves in wasn’t going to last for a long time, I knew, and so wasn’t the ecstasy we found ourselves in. like all good things in life, it was to wither away in a short while. We were certainly to descend to a lower level sooner or later. The plunge might take us straight to the bottom of a deep well, and it can prove to be quite uncomfortable; scaling up the steep walls of a well isn’t practical, I know. It is a lot better not to dive deep into such murky and dirty waters, but we didn’t have any options before us.

The problem is we are going to find ourselves pushed high up in the skies every single day, but we shall also be pushed into deep dungeons every single day. we are going to discover the joys of a bungy-jump every single day from now on. Viewing the world from a point no one has ever been at ever before, and diving deep into a deep and dark abyss the very next moment is certainly going to be quite exciting. A firm belief that we are to be elevated to a zenith despite before being pushed into deep dungeons is quite exciting in itself. Thoughts of touching a zenith negate all contentious and negative thoughts associated with it. I hope I can maintain my outlook towards this zenith forever and a day. I shall fall to the ground the next moment, I know, but there is nothing like looking at success, even for a while.

We can never do anything positive about this cycle. Rather, this is what is going to make our world come to life. What has dawned on me is that I am not paying heed to the moment that is passing by. It was begging to be recorded in some form. I can capture a bit of its beauty in the form of words, but a major part of it shall remain unrecorded.

There is a moon ready to show us a path over which we shall walk. It is going to be a relief from the utter darkness of night that surrounds us at as of now. Light from the moon shall brighten up several paths before us, but for the time being, it was rushing ahead with the speed of time, and I felt helpless before its waywardness: there is nothing I can ever do about it. I can never convince time to delay its termination. It shall take quite a bit of the typical beauty enshrined in the silent beams of moonlight. This moment is about to be over in a while, and it shall never be back again in its pristine form ever again.

There is always a choice before me to mourn the evanescent nature of the passing moments or enjoy them to their complete potential. The latter is a lot better.