The last voyage..............


The last voyage…………….
The night of tonight is little bit different from the other, it not so monotonous or so dreamy. Tonight  will be the witness of the great migration. All the goodness of the world is in one side another side is full of pain, agony and ever lasting distance to love her.To whom he will select tonight milking light of the universe or uninterrupted darkness of an omnivorous black hole, a constant busyness of life or a cosmic silence. Everybody  was  sleeping in their last nap in the pre autumn`s peaceful slumber except some nocturnal birds, a good number of stars and a swarm of crickets that proved  their existence in shrilly sharp  voice without any interval. The entire planet  which  was  quite well known by everyone,now  took  a look of an absolute necropolis. Few hours ago he walked along the  road with his friends, now the turn to return. Well known lamp posts, lanes, and the demonic shadow of the big trees, they were all looking mysterious.
Now 3.30 am, he had only one hour to meet the first train. He had to crossed a mile and half before people wake up. He walked in a state of grimly gays mood. He remembered his parents, friends,relatives and her lover who used to loved with some other. This incident he could not  tolerated at all, he believed that  love is a blessings of the heaven and fortunate shrine in.
A  great and enormous cyclone hit his heart as well as his mind. And last few days he hardly uttered a word or two.He was perfectly wounded and bloody inside that was not visible. A conflict was going on between the reality of yesterday and the reality of today, a truly devastated, ruined,petrifying life without love. He could not  able to live a while more.
Now he was arrived  on the railway track and could watch the green signals,he walked hurriedly. A little circle of light appeared on the track and it became bigger and bigger, and a ear piercing whistle ranged, again and again……..
He looked back a while for the last time, as if he bid good bye to all and suddenly a tremendous sound that broken the silence of the dawn and mutilated him except the  right hand that hold the photograph of her fiancee………..
Silence prevailed once again.

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  1. Sekhar RoyFebruary 1, 2011 at 3:21 AM

    Its really well crafted. Its good to read and think for a moment.

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