Lover’s Demise (Chapter 1)

Chapter 1

Way before the entity created the animals, trees, and smart-ass humans, there was a place that was not named yet. The place that is now known as Mother Earth. But how was it before the human eye could capture it like a photograph? Maybe way too unbelievable to be named Mother. The dictatorship the floating families faced was unbearable. Yet, in not-so-motherly ways, Earth knew its way around. How to pull the strings? How to let everyone know who allows them to exist? But there always is a rebellion, the one who wants to infuriate the system and bring a huge change in society. But, is that change necessary? Probably. Will it be lawbreaking? Undoubtedly yes. After me, Moon was the only one rebellion who made it all too real to even exist. She is exceptionally beautiful, with freckled kisses all over her body. Her charms left everyone in awe. She used to be knowledgeable and kind to all. However, in her silence and charms of her, along with the darkness wrapped around her pinky, she had a tough future in front of all of us. The ton was unaware of what her fault was. They weren’t aware of the mischief her mind always cooked up. Mischief could end up creating a whole new concept of life. Until she did what she was forbidden to do. Under Earth’s jurisdiction what the ton was allowed to do was just learn and use the language as a means of communication. Learn and talk enough for survival.

Moon’s First Crime

She was the first poet.

• No one was allowed to pen down their opinions, file manuscripts, or even flood emotions and be the radical that could bring the much-needed rebellion or requirement of some new creations.

My vastness left no one unnoticed and neither was hers. My language was numbness on Earth’s action I was leashed and hence quite seasonal to express myself through my silences. Now I am a little bit like that creature that you humans have on your now existing Mother Earth… Chameleon. I change my shades from day till night. I never understood how to voice myself enough but I learned the language to understand. I am Sky.

I understood every piece Moon wrote. And boy, oh boy did I ever stop loving her? How can one not be in love with her? However, I don’t even remember when I fell for her the first time.

Her passions always spoke volumes. It was never unheard of. Misunderstood. Surely. But from my end, it was never left unheard or missed out. How could I? Have you ever known or seen her with my eyes? I hope you do. Because you will know what love means.

However, being a poet can be the death of you. Because my dear reader… Trust me when I say it, poetry can heal you, but at the same time it can make you sick to your stomach too. It is controversial, yet, easily lovable. Moreover, poets write with their bloody hearts and then, they let it bleed through their pens. And the papers Moon filled were drenched in her Moonlit blood. It surely was toxic but on paper, it was a healing potion.

I love how no one other than me knew how she used to shine over the drying rivers secretly. She healed them a little every night. Made them feel a little better every time she drained herself out with her moonlight. It was the first rush she felt, even in her vulnerabilities. The first time she revolted in the silences and secrecies, I made sure that her darkness was shunned. So that no one, not even Earth made her unwrap her pinky. Just to adorn (Sky) me with the curse. I never wanted her to lose a part of herself so I took the fall on me and boasted for how long I was doing this. And even in the darkest moments of my life, I was hoping to be Moon’s passionate lover. Not because I saved her or she owed me that much love. But because I wasn’t able to love someone else no one would ever hold on to me like she did. And in this melancholy, I always hoped to be with her. She stripped a little softly because she was asked to leave her veil every time to mask my vastness with her darkness, that beautiful curse. Earth was always envious of my vastness. Healing a dried river was the secret between Moon and I. Earth never knew how rivers were still not all dried up. Or how the existence of now flooding Amazon and Nile came to life. But that’s between us.

Along with Moon and her efforts to dry her soul just to soothe the drying rivers. I sobbed and that’s why the river had not dried up.

I still remember her first poem. Now we both have lost count of how many poems she has written to date.

Moon’s First Poem

It was my first time

I stripped naked

Because I saw you crying and form the river

Rules make us vulnerable and numb

And with that vulnerability and numbness, we collide

At a certain time

We collide every moment we are supposed to

It used to ache a little

But it was never soul-crushing  

I know Earth’s blood boiled on every breeze that you whispered

And it was our first crime

To have a voice

To whisper the truth

To be loved by everyone

And just like that, Sky’s tongue was sliced 

Is that how Sky felt

Being a rebellion is a crime

The crime that could cost you, your Voice

Letting a piece out in the open for way too long

And accidentally not being healed and having that rough red dust (now called rust) all over it

Can the red dust vanish like every night after a while you unmask yourself and return my veil

Like something that could never belong to us entirely

Ever again

I will walk on the burning charcoal that Earth created

Naked

Barefooted

Under mere blackness, you hold on to something

For that matter anything

I know it (darkness) was once all mine

Now it is not completely mine

Because it is ours

Dear Sky, if you could hear me 

Listen to every whisper of my pen 

I will continue to fight for you 

I will be your breeze and your tears

I will question all the injustices Earth throws around  

And let me be clear 

The part I leave out for you, every night, is my debt to you

A debt because of all the cruelty Earth has showered on you

I hope my darkness never makes you feel cold

I hope all my blackness warms you over and over again

Until then

Let me tell you a little secret

Earth could never silence me

She is a mere tavern

But with you, I am the healing potion of the dried rivers

Granting all the black yet warm hugs you deserve

–Love M

And every night, I hoped to thank Moon. To wish that my tongue was never sliced. Just because I wanted to tell her how I was indebted to her, not at all the other way around. However, through my silence, I wanted to be hers and hers alone. Be her lover, protector, companion, and even her servant, if that’s what she wants me to be.

I will be the narrator. I will unravel the stories of Moon, Star, Earth, Love, Death, and my own too.

Your Chameleon…

Sky.

And with this, I will let you hold on to something far beyond human existence. A world that was scientifically impossible to exist. Until then I will confess it all over again that my heart will always belong to her, and I will be her silent observer, or to be precise, her silent lover.