Leaf-less tree AND CHAKKOR

[zuhaib ahmed]

Leaf-less tree AND CHAKKOR


A day Rizwaan was sitting under a leaf-less tree in a gloomy shelter on a block, he was weeping in the sweet sorrowful separation of his friend in the silence and there his eyes drained in loneliness and got restlessness. Here, he engrossed by leaf-less tree and put his own existence in the tree and tree started to talk.
“Once I had bloomed my existence was smiling, once I had bloomed…..Once my green leaves were flapping with the kisses of air, all rhythmical and romanticized smiles were existed, and beautiful birds used to lay in me, turned the sweet-soulful songs of youth so I bloomed with them.
When tired travelers used to sit under my shadowy shelter, I poured and showered over them relaxation in their sorrowful situation and now young days are passed and spring too, insurmountable autumn attacked and snatched my shinning green leaves, made me hollowed inside and naked out-side. Oh! What a man is! Those Men whom I sheltered, now, they stare my wood with greedy eyes.
Oh! Dead, I am and looking for shroud among the men’s lustful crowd………. Once I had bloomed my existence was smiling, once I had bloomed….. !”
In the reply of tree Rizwaan says,
“Once I had bloomed my existence was smiling, once I had bloomed…..!
Once I was with my friend, everywhere was existence of smiles and merriments, time was young and beautiful, blooming were natures and all the pictures, every moment was sweet and tasty as I was given heaven even most precious thing than heaven and suddenly snatched by the evils and devils of world.
Oh! Tree, now I am hollowed inside, I have lost my friend, I have lost my smiles and I have lost my life, where should I go? Come my friend, come my friend, I seek for you; I have not forgotten your eyes, your love-locks and your words.
Oh! Alone I am, and looking for friend like a child in the wild…….
Once I had bloomed my existence was smiling, once I had bloomed….. !”

Lonely, lonely in the silence of the injured weather full of blood and tears beside the hills among the voice of pigeons, cuckoos and doves as all were reciting the Holy name and above the hills full moon rose and along with it, its lover chakoor flew towards full-moon,
Rizwaan eagerly was seeing this theme, light dims and chakoor with all enthusiasm flew towards moon, moon goes up and up and chakoor too, as he wanted to meet moon. Chakoor did not blink and aside his eyes, he kept on beholding the moon and he kept on flying to catch his beloved.
Stars appeared in dark sky but chakoor had forgotten the world as nothing was stood in front of him except the moon and it is gravitated in the love of moon. He had forgotten his life for moon and its moon-light and chakoor is stood between earth and sky.
Rizwaan thought which is the power which has fixed the bird between sky and earth and does not make it fall?
Chakoor kept flapping his wings to catch the moon all the scene of lover and beloved was in front of him, time passed slightly but chakoor seemed in initial energy as its passion was infinite and insurmountable, Rizwaan’s neck was tired to look upward but chakoor did not get tired as it was indefatigable.
Moon went in the amid of sky and slightly started to fall, it was the half night flourished with flowers in the sky, night kept passing but chakoor wanted that it never come to end, Rizwaan with all eager was watching the chakoor and night was being passed and chakoor’s heart was beating fast. Winds blew but could not affect the passion of chakoor and slightly peep of day enters from skies.
Stars started to vanish and moon too, and chakoor was going to parish in love, moon started to hide in veils chakoor started to weep in the notion of separation but chakoor left not the hope and kept its struggle. Then, after the breathes moon vanished and chakoor in shock fell on earth and Rizwaan ran to the chakoor and found it dead, Rizwaan wept a lot, hugged and kissed the chakoor and dug the grave and watered it with tears. Then, Rizwaan got closed the chakoor’s eyes and said with sighs. “IF I LEAVE ITS EYES OPEN IT SHALL COME OUT OF GRAVE AFTER SEEING THE MOON AND MAY FALL AGAIN.”

By:

Zuhaib ahmed (Chapter of my novel)

[Prophyro]

Impressive..........
there is a lesson,never let your struggle to achieve target.......
anyhow....admirable prose............