Air & Water

Like a Breeze She is
Never to be contained, Never content
Toiling to move mountains
Easily she shifts the sand hills
Enraged she uproots forests
Sweet fragrances she baths in
World around she dances free
To dizzying heights she climbs
Heaven she must have seen
Like a Breeze She is.

Mesmerized He is
By her dance, her smell, her freshness
her rage and by her sweet pride
Longing for her caring touch
Scared of her stormy fights
He cannot reach her 

Because like a River he flows
Bounded by the earthly rows
Changing his path,making his way
Transforming the dirt
Till the ocean consumes him away
To depths he dives,to nether lands perhaps
Still he has no Hell to find
A kiss he desires at times
She only gives a hug sublime
Because like a River he flows
And like a Breeze She is

Arigato 🙂

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Mortality

It was morning and he woke up to the question of Mortality. Picturing the death of a beloved.

Many a times he has seen it. The eyes have fell upon bodies whose soul abandoned them. The image forms inside his head, looking for memories to connect with them. Hundreds of pictures come flashing out of the door – from movies, from life, from stories, from songs & some from imagination. Each with its own set of emotions & feelings.

Rage, Disgust, Joy, Love, Respect, Honor, Bitterness, Sweetness…

However, None influenced him. The brain has become immune to them. Such has his condition become. He recalls how he has blocked the overwhelming emotions inside his psyche somewhere. While never learned how to response to Death again.

Each time, the question of mortality confronted him – He felt like playing a game with the Reaper. At whose end, they both will come at a deadlock & leave each other pleasantly.

Reaper has tried playing many games with him.
Death of his Love. Death of a family member. Death of a close friend. Death of a mentor. Death of a leader. Death of a neighbor. Death of a countrymen. Death of a Stranger.
Each time he will see the tears flow from his cheek. Waiting with joy, for him to fold his cards.

He has faced more than one death in a day. Today, Reaper played him with the death of few Rapists also.
The emotions of intense rage & disgust took him. He saw their faces, being covered by the black cloth and then the lever being pulled. And their soul left the earth for their sake. It was justified he thought. The black pieces of cloth were pulled off the bodies. Then he faced the faceless bodies in front of him. Thousands of faceless bodies appeared around him. And he knew who were they. It was overwhelming for him. At this sight Reaper smiled, speculating a won hand.

But, he started to shut them off – one by one – some in caskets – some in earth – some in walls – some in hearth.

Reaper was perplexed at this and wanted to peak at his cards. What makes him keep playing till the deadlock ? What he has been dealt.

The cards dealt to him were all empty, without a trace of ink on them. He knew only one fact, he has been dealt – a precious & beautiful Life. Though, the cards look empty and the next move always seems risky. The Reaper was playing for this Life. And the only thing saving him was that which he has been taught and he has learned. That – Life can be what ever you want it to be.

In time, Reaper will win at his own game. It will take away him, his memories, his creations, his relations & his Life. Until then, he has to keep him in a stalemate and continue the game. After all, Time is one of those cards dealt to both of us equally. His becomes weaker while Reapers’ becomes stronger.

It was night and he needed his sleep. And then he wondered – how badly he needs this temporary mortality, only to wake up to his temporary immortality. Why can’t the Reaper be happy with this temporary deal?

The post was part of the Dungeon Prompt : Mortality and the Human Psych.

Arigato 🙂

P.S – this time I will be linking to other Dungeon Prompt writers also.
Update : Other contributors of the prompt.

Dungeon Prompts – Let There Be Peace on Earth

The Other Side – SplitSpeak

When I Go To Die – The Arkside of Thought

Mortal Lacuna – 5 Degrees of Inspiration

Let Him Be – The Story of an Ordinary Girl

Huitain: Do Not Untimely Mourne – Bastet and Sekhmet’s Library

Mortality and the Human Psyche – Liars, Hypocrites, and the Development of Human Emotion

Morrow’s End – Shainbird

Carelessness Follows Closely – The Seeker’s Dungeon

I’ll Tell Her Tonight – Traces of the Soul

Why Wait? – Traces of the Soul

5 Minutes ’til Showtime – Traces of the Soul

Death’s Masks – Marsnplato

What Does Mortality Really Mean? – Thirty, Start, Go