It was a cold winter night. I was trapped with the figment of my imagination which precluded all kind of earthly feelings and elevated me to a state of eternal bliss and anguish.Tracing back to the sunset point on a cold winter twilight zone, when I was standing in front of my cottage at Toronto, there was a soothing winter breeze that was constantly conveying a message of profound feeling that prevailed throughout that winter night. The feeling was all about an imagination of love in a hilly area and the description of sunset in the wait for the lover and the love that existed was sacred, eternal.
It appeared as an illusion as if she was still standing on that bridge. The tale of the past seemed quite fresh in my memory; as if the sound had not died down yet and it was echoing back and forth. Taking a look at the watch, I saw the clock hand ticking very fast, but there was no sign of her coming back to this place. The night seemed to have paused for quite long and refusing to move ahead. It was already past mid night.
“There was a similar midnight when I was in a moving restaurant in Toronto in a hillside area. We were two together; off late when I moved my eyes towards my watch to check the time, she blocked my watch with her hand. It was such a huge palm which blocked my further imagination altogether. She was looking at me with her crimson eyes and I could hear the voice of her eyes. Her eyes seemed the whole world to me and I was deeply immersed in her eyes leaving apart the reality of life.”
That night, the fortune had chosen to take a twist. Every moment seemed like a timeless story of endless wait for love and my passions almost consumed my whole will to the brink of inner turmoil; desperate wait for love. A place surrounded by mountains, shrouded in mist and enveloped in beauty, it was mythical enough to bring out the poetic wisdom in me and I wrote the first love poem of my life. It was an expression of my personal feeling towards philosophical love; it was such an intensive feeling which pulled me into a whirlwind of desire, madness and romance. In my anguish and a test of faith, is revealed the power of unconditional love through several layers of turbulent emotions.
In that piece of paper, the fountain pen in my hand wrote automatically..... “You came like a winter breeze and I didn’t realize what it was …..”
It was a cold winter night and I was trapped with a profound imagination tinged with a sense of reality.
