Sujata..

Sujata was gone. Sun with all his glories already started his this day of life. But Siddhartha was still wandering in the world of never ending dreams. Morning rays of sun gradually started placing her hands like mother on the gleaming and peaceful face of Siddhartha, giving him hope so much necessary to live in this maze of realities. Touch of these many radiant hands of almighty traveller of seven-horse chariot, with his power and radiance taking out Siddhartha from darkness. Siddhartha gradually opens up his eyelids, defeating gravitational force of sleep.

After some moments of peace his mind again started spreading his arms of senses, taking inputs and again the pain started flowing through his existence. What is this pain after all, never ending, never letting him to live in bliss? Is this a pain of love, pain of separation. Can love really give such a pain? Or is it just a feeling of burning of heart? Story again started playing in his wandering heart. Days with Sujata like never ending breeze, flowing between pair of eyes and creating bond between two separated hearts. As the search is over, his whole being was trying to find his depth in those lake like eyes, settling down and falling freely, experiencing the joy of other worlds. That path blessed with the beauty of nature, coolness of breeze, taking with it, Siddhartha and Sujata, they were walking slowly and trying to understand the whispers coming from hearts without uttering a word, in a language only which hearts can understand. Time, a never tired soul, always continued on the journey, journey of togetherness, journey of two pairs of eyes seeing the same world, enjoying it, living it.

But the world is only one as a whole otherwise it is dual. Every force has a counter force. Pleasures are also bound to follow this rule and cannot exist alone but only with pain, it's companion. But what that pain was and is? Pain of separation, pain of pleasures, pain of longing. But the separateness is inevitable and boundaries made by nature cannot be crossed. Why does he always try to become one with all? Everything here is like a flower in garden, which anybody can see, touch, feel and enjoy, but nobody has right to say it his or her own. This separation is creation of our own mind to cause attraction. Travellers can come with you, walk together for some time but everybody has his path and ultimately will go, will go in proximity but will live in your heart. Where is the separation then? Separation is only caused when you try to own thing which are never your’s. Sujata was gone.