Fallen

There he was. .once..on the top of the snow covered mountains
And then he falls…… condemned …forever for the luminous fire…he possessed
The fallen one…deep in the heart of dark world…he with his all glory…lying motionless…..with dried souls…with eyes as blank as emptiness…with guilts and greed and pride of  a king….without the hope…..and ..with out the tears.

There was a place once I have been…a place so sunny and warm……..
That was the place…green and silent…….and what is the meaning of the word holy by the way? Whatever it was..far from judgment……it was the place once I have been

A gigantic iron bridge….and a mad man on the top…the city stops bellow…..all the busyness of the mid day swirls around the vacant mind….vacant…or there is too much to think? A mad man on the top of the bridge…stops the insolent…ignorant city bellow.
A mad man on the bridge…a mad man on top of the bridge…stopping the stream of hollowed dream.

Garden of Eden…adam and eve …..were they so unhappy to eat the apple?. were they so unhappy to leave the haven?....a place where are no sorrows and pain…neither the hope of …coming good days..how ever empty that hope may be?...were they so awfully sorry to leave?

When all said and done what will we have…memories…pain…….or vastness of the desert? Or perhaps we will just have gained…a …glimmer of light…and false new hope….or perhaps….something far less…….moments of joy that can never be matched…with all the success we ever had…
Wouldn’t that be enough for you…and wouldn’t that be enough for me…just to know that we  were there…..together …….and we hold our hand and promised each other never to part…never to leave….never to be alone…and so many things…..matures call them……sweet nothings? But isn’t that enough to know the fact that ……we were not alone…even if it was for a day…isn’t it enough to accept that ..even we can also promise…..may be ever unfulfilled…but we can promise…..never the less?

And in the dusk…the city awakes…and….consumed souls..march………march towards…the blind light…march towards the serpent hole…and the mad man is on the top of the bridge…silent…and thoughtful…the city stops…the march of the dead soul stops…the eyeless head looks towards the heven..only to see the insane man……juggling with life..on the bridge top.