Poetic Encounter With A Whore- 6 (The End)

If something is worth having, it wont come easy...a thought, repeatedly haunting the poet since ages...
what if I am unable to find her? Will I survive?

Well, I am...but does this life have any meaning without her!

Won’t she come back on her own?

And the hunt continued with a picture of Stella in tow...in the Diaspora of concrete jungles...far flung places...a rage building inside...

Though the carnal instincts often overpowered him...this time in the lap of Maria...
But Maria was no Stella...

Grappling with her new found status and caught in the web of men's lust, desires and emotional fallabilities, Maria could hardly be called an expertise and soother...

But the poet was hardly concerned...waiting to be broken down by world!
Because he hardly cared, lost whatever was precious to him...a living replica of shattered glass...an already torn piece flying into anonymous pieces...a simmering anger had become the normal state of his mind...waiting to be erupted...

"Born to rule an empire, destined to tear it apart
Don’t give up, your miracle is on its way"...

that was the sentence, adorning the main page of Stella’s diary...and the miracle was in a way, typical of her...that is, not so convincing to the ordinary mortals...miracle being her own conscience...her own acceptance of the past..Her sense of getting rid of sins by serving in an old age home...

She even thought of death few times, wondering why fear death which is inevitable...one has to embrace it someday...

Shouldn’t we fear life, an ever changing thing, ever rearranging itself and where one is never sure of what to expect next?

Few moments of rare self doubt engulfed her persona...

"I used to be unique and rare but now I am just like them...one in a billion..."
but then, another trademark steely resolve pushed her...

“I will face myself as was my wont! Will cross out what I have become...
I will hold my love once again...feel him...like always...
The eternal sunshine is witnessing my metamorphosis...”

It was during one of those chance encounters with a stranger and next day poet was knocking at the door of that old-age home...

Murmurs inside...few blurred voices...

Poet’s heart was pounding...

And Stella opened the door...

A moment lost in translation....!

A brutal silence was hanging in the air...waiting to be inhaled by love lords....!

Unblinking eyes....
Stare...!
Few tear drops....!!!!
Blink....!! Blink...!!

"You remember this look, poet murmured...!

The light of life leaving my dry eyes...reminiscent of a water drop in the Sahara...I am still trying to come in terms with my existence and my lost passion for life and living...which dried up and left with you...searching for you all eternity...."

I knew we would meet, but never expected this to happen so soon...that’s all Stella could manage to say...

THEY hugged each other...

It was a hug which was waiting to take place since aeons...the hugs followed by kisses...and the two became one...

And hours passed...

No one realized...none of them cared...

She was laying on his shoulders...her eyes half closed...

Poet kept looking at her face...moving his fingers in her silky tresses...

Poet thought, “there is something very magical about her divine face...it has two sides...one being the one that is looking at me...seems more like daylight...
And the other one being more expressive, mirroring night...”

Let’s go back to home...our home...poet said...

It will take some more time; Stella in her half naked postured replied...

Not this time!! Poet shot back...

Yes, indeed! Because I want it that way...Stella answered....

Stella was thinking...”am I paving a path to greatness? One deviation at a time...then another...and then another...it never seems to end...my assumed power on him is absurd and its intrinsic value equals to defeat and yet defeat seems to be everything...

Poet kept mum and thinking....
"Why is it happening with me once again? And how is it happening? Why is it happening that she can feel alive without me? She claims to be in love! And yet she wants to stay away from me once again..! Does it really suits me just like everything which has taken place in my life?"
...the rage, kept hidden and silent for long, started rearing its ugly head...

Love does not require one to be submissive all the time...
This time, i won’t let go of my wishes...!"

Stella, are you..?
No...Stella reaffirmed her refusal...

Complete darkness...few heavy sound of suffocated breath....

For next few moments, they both did not realize what actually happened?

And when the storm abated...

A body was lying in the pool of blood...

Same divine face...this time...slightly more deformed...lying face down... silky tresses adorning face and back...dead on those brown wooden surface surrounded by blood, four walls...broken plasters and a hysterical man...who was standing point blank..

What was left behind was a torn note fluttering in Stella’s diary...dated few days back...
"Why is it happening with me once again? And how is it happening? Why is it happening that she can feel alive without me? She claims to be in love! And yet she wants to stay away from me once again..! Does it really suits me just like everything which has taken place in my life?"
...the rage, kept hidden and silent for long, started rearing its ugly head...

Love does not require one to be submissive all the time...
This time, i won’t let go of my wishes...!"

Stella, are you..?
No...Stella reaffirmed her refusal...

Complete darkness...few heavy sound of suffocated breath....

For next few moments, they both did not realize what actually happened?

And when the storm abated...

A body was lying in the pool of blood...

Same divine face...this time...slightly more deformed...lying face down... silky tresses adorning face and back...dead on those brown wooden surface surrounded by blood, four walls...broken plasters and a hysterical man...who was standing point blank..

What was left behind was a torn note fluttering in Stella’s diary...dated few days back...