A Fable (Part 2)

While she stood there inhaling the sweet serenity that permeates the air, she cannot help singing, for her heart was feeling so lugubrious. She sang, as if her soul was in the very notes of the song. The other creatures woke up out of their slumber just to listen to her; such was the beauty of her voice. Alas, she finished, and everything was quiet again.

Except for the splashing that she heard near the water. She looked down, and, oh the joy! It was the fish! Her fish!

The bird was overjoyed to see the fish again, and so was he, so they talked about their lives excitingly. It was only later in their conversation dis she found out that he, like her, is unmarried. An awkward pause followed, for they knew the answer why both of them decided to be so.

At last, the fish said:

"I am old. Soon, i'm going to die, either by age or be caught by a fishermen. I can marry another fish, have kids, and be content that i have heirs, but i won't, knowing that somewhere deep down in my heart, something will always be missing,cause God knows the only place where i truly belong is by your side. I would rather live one minute beside you, than a thousand lifetimes beside someone else. If i can hold you in my arms even just for a jiffy, then i would gladly embrace death, and be content wherever i will go, for heaven will not be heaven without you, and hell as i know it woud be when you are not around."

The bird could only shed a tear at this. Why have i been so weak? Why... did i let him go?

Yes. because she thought he'd be happier without her. How wrong was she.

A Fable (Part 1)

Once, there was a bird who lived on top of the tallest tree beside the lake. She sings delightful songs, and everyone is fond of her. Everyday, a fish comes near the shore to listen to her sing, and eventually, he fell in love. He told her so one day. At first the bird was reluctant to requite the love of the handsome young fish, but gradually, she fell in love with him also.

Everyday, they talk to each other: the bird on the shore, and the fish swimming along the banks. They went on like this, never holding, never touching, but their love is so strong they were contented with the way they were.

It came to pass that they cannot help asking each other the most important question, but which they were trying to put at the back of their minds: How are they going to live together?

Hesistantly, the bird said that the inevitable has happened, and that they should part ways, thinking that the fish would be happier with someone else. The fish, with a heavy heart, agreed. They said their goodbyes, and never saw each other again.

After a few years, the bird became old, but she still sings delightful songs, though they had taken a melancholic quality that had never been there before. She moved from the tallest tree beside the lake to the biggest tree in the center of the forest, where most birds live. She tried to find a mate, but her heart had already been given away, so she decided to stay unmarried.

One lonely night, while the owls hoot and the sparrows sleep, the bird was restless and unable to sleep. So she thought, "what the heck?", puts n her shawl, and flew back to her old home.


-to be continued-

Pondering about nonsensical stuff..

There’s this something at the back of my mind that i can’t stop thinking about. It’s like you can’t believe it’s really happening, or afraid to believe it’s happening, but you want it to happen anyway. It's simply too good to be true, and you're scared to believe it, thinking someone might sntach the rug from under you anytime. But, oh , how you would love to fall for it.

Did you get my point? Of course naught, silly me. It’s like this. Do you know the story of the Ugly duckling? I hope you do.

The protagonist is, well, ugly, and has been called that since he was born. Imagine what he must have felt when he was suddenly told that he was an ugly duckling no more, but a swan, a beautiful, graceful swan, and that everybody adores him now.

Imagine what he must have thought. This is purely theoretical(and hypothetical), but he must have been afraid. Afraid to…what?

...Maybe afraid to hope that he must have really turned into a thing he can only dream of?
...Maybe scared to look at his reflection in the water for fear that he will not see the swan he was promised to look alike?
...Or maybe frightened by the idea that really wanted to believe what they were saying?

Hahaha I’m being silly. Of course you really can’t understand what i’m saying unless, like me, you’ve been told from the beginning that you’re an Ugly Duckling.

It’s impossible to put how i feel or to put the whole idea into words. It’d take a very skillful writer or a very talented poet to express this emotion, and i assure you, I’m neither of the two. :)