Come, don’t go.

She stood at the window at looked at the setting sun- its golden disc reflected in the waters of the sea below, its rays spread out in the sky faintly. And the whole scene was reflected in her eyes which were taking in everything. The birds hovered around the setting sun, their wings flapping in a definite rhythmatic manner. The horizon was now lit up, as though on fire. And the sky wore a melancholy look, purplish and pink. The settlements surrounding the sea face were bathed in the colours of the farewell. But it wasn’t a farewell. It was a time when the sun hadn’t deserted everyone yet, it was on the way of going away from everyone.

The moments played in her eyes. There wasn’t much of a commotion. And there was no one with her. Her face was impassive. It was only her eyes that moved- alongwith the setting sun. They became deeper and tacit with each moment.

The last few seconds were on the way. It was about time.

A smile came on her lips and her eyes sparkled. She turned and sat on the chair. The room was lit- only by the little light that came in through the open window. Her fingers played on the keys- a tune that spoke of the unspoken, a rhythm that could be felt in the blowing wind, and a beat that could be seen in the flapping of the wings of the birds. The music spoke of a new and anticipated coming but of a parting that was not wished. It said of a confusion that had emerged, of time that was desired as much as the desertification was despised. It wished for time to stand still.

“Don’t go for I want to shine in your light,
Wait; there is still a lot of time-
Time to revel in the magic of the waves that break upon the shore,
Time to fly with the roguish wind,
There is still time- moments- that are to come,
Don’t go, stay, O sun!

And I want the stars to shine to,
Want to solve the mystery of why the clouds love to shadow the moon,
Want to feel the cool breeze caressing my face,
And want to dance in the dark with the swan’s grace.”

But the inevitable did finally happen. There was a note of sadness in the music. There was grief.

She suddenly went silent. Her eyes darted out of the window. She went towards it, drawn. The roads were lit up and the sea shimmered as though pearls were scattered on its rippling waves. The wind whispered to her to look up- there it was, the milky white moon with stars about it, flaunting him. She managed to smile, discreetly though. It shone upon the city, mesmerizing everyone with its mystical beauty. She sighed and sung- of the mysteries of the night and the gallant knight who rode in the dreadful forests, and of the inscrutable beauty of his.

She finished and closed her eyes and allowed herself to be washed by the magic of the moment. She went and lay on her bed, open eyed, looking out at the night.

“What is it that makes me love you and not want to go?
What is it that makes me long for you and then easily let you go?”