Faani

*** Once upon a time Amongst all Beings There was a Rose, Whose life was held upon Hope. *** The Rose loved Hope And Hope respected her in return. In this world with such scarcity of companionship, They became ancient acquaintances Since them both were worshipers, liberals, and lovers. *** The Rose reached the alp of heart, Became swooned And saw nothing but love. Free from self’s obligations and limitations, She opened her wings up high towards apex. Out of kindness and loyalty, Or maybe her pure and true love, She fondled her Hope with her wings Yet didn’t see flying in him. She thus tumbled on the ground… No! Below the ground. *** She inquired Hope about her heart, What he did to her heart! But she didn’t hear anything Nor did she find any tracks of him. *** One day, Hope Checked on the lonely Rose He saw her in such feelings That made him open his lips. *** He finally said the words of his heart In disgrace of his poor circumstances. He said: “Your acquaintance became difficult on me. Freedom did not give me wings. At last, you became swooned! Without boundaries, you became dauntless! But I am left here In my self-woven cocoon. You are going without companion And I have chosen living…” *** The Rose didn’t say anything anymore Didn’t cry, didn’t weep. Hope didn’t hear any sound Nor any complaints from her. He left And attended to his life. Maybe! He didn’t have any choice. He left the Rose alone He was gone And never saw the Rose again! *** However, if that boy Out of kindness and not intention Would have fondled the face of The girl of the story, His hands would have told him the reality The reality of that girl. He would have seen That there is no soul left in her Left alone any power to confront. He would have seen that the Rose had died And that she had not taken her Hope with her! “Table of Contents” Chapter one: The Rose ……………….………10 Chapter two: The Thorns …………….……….29 Chapter three: The Wounded Doves ………..52 Chapter four: The Deceived Dove …………..75 Chapter five: The Victorious Dove …………..97 Chapter six: The Green Masculine Male ..119 Chapter seven: The Red Alluring Female .144 Chapter eight: The Flying Spirits …………169 Chapter nine: The Universe ………………189 Chapter ten: Perished ………….…………232 Chapter One: The Rose Darkness… Her thirsty eyes were begging her exhausted, beaten, heavy eyelids to open up and once more assist her in acting her roles, her complex choices of being. Her partner, her best friend in adventurous rides of life, her husband slowly opened the door and peaked at her while his eyes were desperately looking for answers. He was hesitating to wake her up and was hoping she had at least a few minutes of rest. Finally hardly opening her eyes, she first noticed the slight warmth and gentle breath of Mother Nature shining through the soldier window blades as though sun too is carefully and lovingly waking her up. The beaten blades of ceiling fan, proud to have kept the breeze on her cheeks all night, were worried not to have dried too many tears. Her breaths were weakly passing through her in despair. Her heart, overbeating from exhaustion, makes the only sound in her ears. She quietly and apathetically has been languishing for eternity. As always, he approached her with hope, offered help, and begged her to ask to be excused from work this morning for her own sake. Even though she typically denies, surprisingly, she picked up her phone and texted her boss. She mentioned that she is dragging her body to work just because she promised yesterday; however, she did not believe she could hold on all throughout her shift. While she was getting her body ready for another hectic, demanding, soul sucking day at work, he made her breakfast. As usual, she refused to have anything and grabbed her keys and phone and headed out. He would never let her drive when she felt like that. He was too caring and protective to let her drive herself. She didn’t mind the protection today as though deep inside she knew there was not much left. So he drove her to work. Her eyes were glaring out the window with despair, her body was not willing to accompany her, and even her thoughts had left her alone this morning. It was only a few minutes drive. He brought her attention back by stopping the car. It was time for her to get inside the building. The patients were waiting and the technicians were anxiously looking at their phones for her message as to where she is. Trivially and languorously she walked in through the door, greeted the techs out of habit, set the alarm off and, stepped into the store, into the pharmacy. Patients were impatiently waiting behind the gates looking for someone to complain. As soon as they walked in, techs ran for their lab coats to quickly set up the pharmacy and start to serve customers before streams of anger slaughters their slightly fresh morning enthusiasm. As she reached for her white declaration of peace, her legs wiggled! She breathed the thick heavy air deep into her lungs and used the last drops of her physical strength to put on the white coat. And right then, she realized the withdrawal of her legs. An utter reality reached her brain and rushed her blood through the branches of life throughout her skull. Her ears lifted up, her eyelids opened the view wide, and her breaths got rapid. She raised her arms to the sides of her head and nurtured and calmed herself to surrender. On the floor, her eyes caught a black step stool that looked like a reasonable friend at the moment. The adrenaline supported her drained sculpture to reach that friend and escape the possible fall. The panic attack had passed and now she needed to notify her crew to get their acts together and manage to excuse the pharmacist for a while. Not helpful that one of the techs was a floater filling in from another pharmacy and the other one was a part timer who hardly got a chance to work because of school. Yet, she knew there was no other way but to give her body some time. “Serene!” She called with a whispering tone. “Would you please come to the back for a moment?” She desperately asked. Once Serene looked behind the medication isles, she realized that something was not right! “What’s wrong, Rose?” she kindly asked. “It looks like I need to sit here for a few minutes. I have already notified my supervisor and have asked for a substitute; meanwhile, I need you to take charge of the pharmacy. By the way, please bring me my phone my dear?” Serene kindly followed her order. She also brought her some drink to boost her blood pressure in case that was the problem. As impossible as possible, she just sat there touching her legs with no worries or sense of rush which she always had as soon as she stepped into her pharmacy. No guilt about not being able to stand at the pharmacist station and lead this orchestra of madness either. She was done! She texted her worried husband and informed him of what happened. She had to…the legs were not coming back! Her mind started to panic again but this time she reacted quickly. She opened her phone photo gallery and looked at his eyes! The more she looked, the less she knew! Blunt confusion; no signal connection in her brain data; she was stunned. She had to go back to their messages again and read them over and over to water her dying Rose before it dries forever and buries her soul with it! “Although the secret of this Rose is hidden I’ll drown in this covert secrecy I want my wings and feathers for you To fly out of time and space To swirl from everywhere over the universe To rise to apex, To become nothing …Perished…”