The Abode Of Love

The sky was the canvas, and a burst of colours of the clouds was picture perfect.

 

Beautiful time, Sun setting over the horizon, birds just returning to their niches', the winds gently rocking the waves far away, the rustle of the leaves and branches, it indeed was a lovely evening...

        

Under one of the relic of a pillar in a desolate place, a lone soul is sitting as if the world doesn't exist for him. 

Pensive and sad, dejected and alone, he is longing for his love, his life to be with him. Praying to Gods, calling out to the Angels, reaching out to the Clouds, to Heavens, yearning for his Life' his only reason for existence.

He felt cheated, insulted and insecure in the absence of his dearest.

He sat for hours, gazing at the skies, looking expectantly, besieging, begging, at least for a glance of her face to appear from somewhere, even if it were just for a peek or two. 

Suddenly he found he was in a different world, fragrance wafting, winds whistling, clouds dancing, lilting music ............

And his spirits just soaring higher and higher. As if he was being drawn towards a fairy, an angel. A beautiful Angel, who looked like a replica of his love was descending down, towards him, wings fluttering, opening her arms wide and beckoning him to come to her.

Without his volition, his body became lighter and lighter and he began to move with the gentle winds caresses. Up and up he was soaring, gliding, sailing and in the arms of his Angel in no time 

This is Heaven he thought, and who would go back from here.

If he had to spend the rest of his life here he would gladly do so. His love was here and together they could sail. fly and explore the expanse of the Universe, hand in hand they danced, their hearts pounding out of excitement, far away from the mad, mad, mad world of mankind where man was far from kind.

Where jealousy, hatred, lust, lure, thrives, there can't be peace and prosperity.

Where peoples emotions and ethos are put to trial, there cannot be sincerity 

Where Truth is a foregone virtue, there cannot be any Honesty 

Where devotion is a misnomer, there cannot be any Purity  

Where Love is a curse, there cannot be any Propensity 

Unto that land, he would never ever return.

 

He was floating with renewed energy and eagerness into a Serene land, A Divine land, A Heavenly Land, A Holy Land.

The Abode of Love, Peace and Tranquility.