VOICES FROM THE HEART

Unplanned journey where as my memory traced back through a reverse gear,so as the ink smudges on to the white sheet of paper where once i thought that lady would be the dawn and shadow of my life, as my mind hit upon a very sad emotion that drew my heart a inch closer to a bitter pain that literally letdown.The fog which wrapped the sun's ray, rambling trees around and a smooth ride cross the road where my eyes just glanced to find, a lady with a gracious smile, i stepped forward to meet her, the very presence and the aptness send a chill through my spine.Meeting up with different occasions just brought us together in work and in leisure time , i touched her heart that drew her closer. Days passed by just like the pace of the breeze, my job in the Forrest department  had no much longer stand as i had been transfered to a far off place. About to depart in a minute she shed a tear drop which i knew she would miss me and so do i. Reached where i had too, quickly drafted a letter to my lady love who had been distantly far away. Replies to my letters i received with eagerness and i knew for sure distance couldnt  separate our relationship. Time and seasons passed by so did she and her letters and i visited her to hear she was comfortable in that place and familiar with people around and she Hurley told me i would be delayed if i stayed around as the buses plying via the route had stopped its service. Believing in a word called love i started my journey way back. On the full moon day i had been to the theatre  to watch a movie as i was leaving i saw her with some one not so familiar as i quickly marched through the gap to meet her, she laid her hands on the railing as those beautiful finger had a ring which sparkled the voice of marriage. Silently, deeply that shook my heart . Years later i passed by those streams seated in a bus which i boarded  with different people set out on a planned journey, a young man sat beside me with a frowned face and weeped in between the journey. Humbly, gently  patiently asked him the reason a reply  with not much effort quietly said he was alright. I looked straight into his eyes and could read his heart and knew over all, through all and in all disturbing him. The bus stopped he hurried down and we could see people grieving terribly  
and visibility of a coffin parading through the gates. Those years and the lady aren't there anymore in my memory and i would only be able to recall one incidence that touched my heart ,that a tear drop from that dejected man who had lost a dear one. I haven't seen him before and will never see that face again. Now sleep is slipping down the curtains of my eyes and miles to go before i light the lamp in front of the temple.