Golden eyed beauty …

One could only see the tarred road ahead along this stretch, and of course the fumes coming out of it. The air was very dry and hot. It looked as if sun was in all its fury. That’s when I first noticed her, the golden eyed beauty. Somehow her eyes were damp. She looked at me and told me nothing. But then again she was looking at me helplessly.

She has always captivated my imagination. The golden yellow stretch from her tiny beaks to all around her eyes, there has never been anything comparable. Then there was the fluid black along her head and neck lines fading into an elegant brown along her wings. May be there was a little white below her wings to keep her light. And to underline her graceful presence there was those two tiny legs in the same golden yellow.

I have often been smitten by her looks, but then again this time it was different. I looked around to see if she was all alone. I remembered someone telling me that she always brought luck to others when she was seen around with her better half. But may be lady luck couldn’t stand all the pain. She was still looking at me as if she had a whole heart to pour out.

I closed my eyes when I got really close to her. I couldn’t stand all that was there in her eyes. If death is the ultimate truth, what is love? What if the one you loved was just besides you this very moment and in the very next is crushed into bones, blood and vapours, hardly anything recognisable left behind. What made her stand there helplessly under the scorching sun? Why wasn’t the sun able to dry her wet eyes? Which of them deserved to be the ultimate truth?

For one last time I looked into her eyes, and wished I could wash away all her pain.