04 May 2008

A yearn to return

As he opened the door, the room was in total darkness. He switched on the lights and stepped in. The interior was clean. The room wasn't getting enough visitors like before. He used to frequent to this place but now he could hardly find time to visit it.

As he walked to the middle of the room and sat on the floor, suddenly, he felt an emptiness deep inside him. He closed his eyes and emptied his feelings. He realized that he wasn't the person he used to be. It was clear that something was missing inside him. Regret started to build as he slowly fell into a deep thought.

As he looked into his soul, he saw the light was burning dim. The winds that blows from every direction caused the light to flicker. He watched helplessly hoping that the light would not extinguish.

As he let his mind roam to the past, he realized that the huge waves of busyness that hit him constantly had caused a drift in his life. Although he learned many things and gained much experiences and confidence, he had also lost some valuables of life. It was a painful sacrifice he had made. Sorrow filled himself. He hoped for a little tears to wash away the sadness but his eyes refused to cry.

As he looked back, he noticed that he wasn't in the right path. Without realizing, he had left the mountain that he was climbing. He had left the path that he chose before and had been lingering in uncertainties. He had been walking in cloudiness.

He quickly got up and ran towards the mountain but he realized that it was impossible for him to climb up as he had lost his climbing tools.

He searched for the tools but it was too dark that he could hardly see anything. He searched for the people who had helped him before but there wasn't anyone anymore. He was standing in front of the mountain all alone with frustration getting stronger.

Without thinking any further, he rushed and hastily started to climb up the mountain with bare hands. With much effort, he slowly moved himself up but he quickly realized that he had lost the strength he had before. He would not be able to do it. He slipped and fell down hard on the ground.

As he lied flat on the ground helplessly, he heard a cry in his right ear and a laughter in his left ear. He closed his eyes tight and put his mind to rest.

His body became weaker and weaker when suddenly, the darkness of the place started to disappear and lights began to brighten up the place. He slowly opened his eyes and noticed that the sun was rising. It was a beautiful morning. The air was so fresh. Birds started to sing sending peace to his mind.

He realized that there was still a new day to welcome. There was still time left for him to build his strength and find his climbing tools. He realized that he need patience to climb up the mountain again and it would not happen easily.

He got up and wearily walked away with a vague hope.

22 comments:

posh_post said...

hey dear!

have you considered compiling and publishing your work? you write beautifully. :-)

good day!

zunnur said...

Posh Post,

Thank you so much for the complement, I appreciate it very much.

earthlingorgeous said...

Zunnur I love this one!

Hey hope your doing ok I think this short story reflects how you feel at the moment. Take care and relax and yes you've been tagged by me again from my Earthly blog post title Meme Mondays... :) have a better week ahead.

Take care!

La delirante said...

This is really beautiful Zunnur! I agree with posh_post, you should try to publish your work.

Keep up the good work! :)

Mariuca said...

Hi Zunnur, it's nice to read something different from what u usually write here. Thanks for a beautiful post. :)

nardeeisms said...

Zunnur, this one really got to me. You have put into words what many of us feel. Thanks for the message of hope. Spread it around...- Nards

Sophiagurl said...

Sorry to be a bit late, but I guess you have all of us caught in admiration for your way of writing.

I loved the way you wrote this one, similar to the Hut post you did way back. And I totally love it too =D

Have a great week!

posh_post said...

yeah, and i really respect zunnur. which is why i had to ask him about his opinion on a topic that bothers me. thanks zunnur, for stopping by my blog. and your comment. appreciate it! :-) coz i look up to you.

Erina Hart said...

Zunnur, I like how your posts always offer a glimmer of hope. This one, in particular, reminds me of one of your older posts. You wrote about the burning candles that were left for you. Now, you're talking about lamplight. I can't help but wonder if the two are connected.

Beautiful post.

Your friend,
Erina Hart

eagerblogger said...

I have to agree that you should consider compiling your work and publish them. :)

Peace seemed to overcome me while reading the latter part of your post.

Keep it up!

Zhu said...

I agree with the comments here, you write beautifully. It flows naturally.

Pinay Jade said...

this is really wonder Zunnur. Hope you are ok.

Tag #2 Tag and be tagged

Cheers!

zingtrial said...

This is good writing. I liked reading it.Wish you well

Lena said...

wow! that is beautifully written, i love reading stories that reflect emotions and yours definitely does :)

Sophiagurl said...

Hi Zunnur, I guess you are busy with work again. I hope all is well with you.

Happy weekend!

Brenda Starr said...

Lovely. Glad to see you're writing again.

Grandma Julia said...

You write beautifully! Every minute I spent reading your work was worth it. I would be back be back.

Mariuca said...

Hi Zunnur, long time no see. Hope everything is going okay for you, have a good week! :)

posh_post said...

i wonder where my friend zunnur is. i miss his posts!

Sophiagurl said...

Happy Father's Day Zunnur!

Brenda Starr said...

Zunnar, hope all is well...my thoughts and well wishes being sent your way....missing your wisdom.

La delirante said...

Hi, hope everything is fine. Long time no see. I remember that you had mentioned you didn't have the time to blog anymore...I might be wrong though.

Contact me if you decide to blog again :)

Cheers,

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