The first Eve led Adam out of Paradise by her own will, while the time enthralled in it a unbearable concoction of magnetism and pull which made him enter willingly into the paradise of pure love and high affection by her sweetness and love, Kaafir explored it on a dark night!!
A moment of moments that spoke in a heavenly language , loftier than the voices of tongues and lips.
She led him and he followed, like a child in oblivion of all but only conscious of him and of who he follows. The night even darker than even before but a moment brighter than the brightest star! The moment only got ever more enveloping like a calm lake that attracts the singing rivulets to its depth and makes them silent. Only our spirits can understand the beauty that lies within. It puzzled Kaafir. It puzzled him, unable to describe in his mind. How intriguing it was to see so clearly yet in dark even when some in ray of the Holy sun seem to be blind..
Togetherness of them both seemed like the instance of the only freedom in the world because it elevated the spirit that the laws of humanity and the phenomena of nature could not alter its course. It was a destined Jazz!
Every visit led the wanderer(Kaafir) marvel at the gorgeous beauty and indisputable intelligence and strength she possessed. He felt like an invisible hand drawing him to her.
Every walk into her soul gave him a new meaning to her beauty and a new insight into her sweet spirit, until she became a book whose pages he could understand and whose praises he could sing, but which he could ne'er finish reading. An angel whom providence has provided with beauty of spirit and body is a truth, at the same time both open and secret, which he could only understand by affection and touch only by virtue;for He know to describe such a woman would only mean to render her to vapor.
That jazzy night she seemed rather thoughtful than talkative, and her silence was a kind of music that carried one to a world of dreams and made Kaafir listen to the throbbing of his heart and see the ghost of his thoughts and feelings standing before him, looking at him in the eye.
She sat beside him and linked her spirit with his, it seemed as if each saw in the other's face with what the heart was feeling and they heard the echo of a hidden voice. God has set in the moment an attachment, separation could render nothing but agony.
He was a sorrowful spirit. And a sorrowful spirit finds rest when united with a soul more defined than his. It was hers. Both such spirits join affectionately, as a stranger is cheered when he sees another stranger in a strange land. The moon looked o'er em and it seemed that the karmic connection was written to happen.
Its when they say hearts are united through the medium of sorrowful affection will not be separated by the glory of a cheerful happy separation. A moment cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful. Such was her presence.
She had been the spring to him.. moments where she sang songs of happiness for him and led him to sleep.. waking him at dawn to reveal the meaning of life and secrets of the gory world!
Its an accord that needs no name , but that would set the boundaries of our sky and where is a sky with boundaries,
Its an accord that needs no definition for to define is to snatch away the interpretations of our souls from it,
Its an union enjoyed with the thought of togetherness but never with it..
Its an affection, my beloved he says to her,
its a deep affinity that bathes my soul in contentment
a deep hunger for affection, which when satisfied, fills the soul with bounty
a tenderness that creates hope without agitating the soul, changing the earth to Paradise
and my life to a beautiful dream..
I walk when the morning arrives... and a thought sinks my heart... a thought of the inevitable...
(to be contd)
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