IMPOSTER

There came the most beautiful sight ever, the brightest star in the beautiful clear sky, the purest of rain drops, the delicate fresh petals, and the fragile flapping birds…THE IMPOSTER.

Showed me different meanings of love, care and romance and dragged me into a beautiful unlived, untapped and the most beautiful dream that I had hidden inside me. Unveiled the fragments of emotions and bonded into a very temporary string of arrays of emotions and sentiments. Dissuaded to be a lifelong form, I kept on following as a blind bird or a silent flow of the loudest sea. I could hear his laughter and false promises, but I failed to listen to my own footsteps, maybe I was running and not walking anymore. I kept on following the imposter like a fool or  just like a timid rabbit who didn’t know what to do or who was in search of a small shelter thatched with love. I was dragged into the black haunted lane, covered with the spectacular lights and the best of fragrance and I forgot who I was and where I was heading to.

But, I did not stop, why didn’t I stop? I could have stopped but I didn’t want to stop may be, I wanted to move on just out of curiosity as to what was happening and where was I headed to, will I be surprised? Or Shocked? I kept on flowing with the flow least bothered to realize that I was actually being rolled and strangled in an untie able knot. But still I did not stop, kept on moving with the song. The best tune played ever. I tapped to the tune that he played and danced to the song he sang, did not listen to the warnings and paid no attention to the red alerts and mistook them with the green ones as the sun was scorching and blinded my already myopic view. He did show me a path and a plan, which was impressive and I did not take a heartbeat before believing the imposter and handed my hand on his and stumbled hard over a rock and fell on my face. When I got up I was appalled to see that there was no fragrance, no lights and no hand, not even an inch of the plan. I was standing alone on a 5 way road and vehicles crossing heather and thither which could run over me anytime. Was it a dream? Or a nightmare? Or was I actually cheated by the most beautiful image and left with a book full of puzzles? I was speechless with a question mark on my face, couldn’t think of an alternative and closed all doors of hope and brightness. There is nothing as a pure feeling, it’s all adulterated and we would be a fool if we believe in any Imposter.

There is nothing called forever, there will be lessons on every turn and we need to fall down and get up with pain so that we appreciate the best things and our dear ones when they are around.