That Black Pen

“Blast from the past

An important moment in the past

That acts like a trigger after a long time

Still refreshes mind and heart

Energized soul

That golden moment

Not a memory

A lively movie in the life”

Reciting the poem is just finished. She moves on the corridor. Take a cup of tea. Now drink it. It turns to cold. Whatever, still she is drinking the tea with delightfully. In a sober condition, the mind is dancing with singing. It wants to fly in the sky just like birds. How beautiful the life! For a certain time, all sufferings are vanished. Yes, a sip of past golden memories, making the time so lovely. It’s totally awesome. I really love it.

The tea is over. Now it’s time to go for a walk. Diya stands up and slowly enters her room. The poem is over. But still the memories are alive. She is just relishing that moment heartfully.

After sometimes, she has ready to go outside. It’s not for the first time. It’s her hobby to walk and enjoy the natural beauty. Diya takes her favourite book , also a diary along with her favourite pen. The pen of an outstanding black color, just like a black diamond. The pen was her first gift. Mother gave this, when she recited the poem at first time in life. That was her first poem about mother’s love.

Again she recites it:

“The most precious gift

Once upon a day

A little conversation being held

Between God and myself

God asked me

In the world

With all lively dreams

With all dear ones

Who is the best

I said

My mother is the best

Again God asked

Your life

Your dream

Which you love most

I said

I love my mother overall

Again said

Happiness

Fame

Money

Which you want most

I said

Being stayed with my mother

Again asked

A chance

To get anything

What do you want

I said the most precious gift

My mother’s smiley face

God laughed and told

Now the time is over

Game is over

Your mother would be come at my site

What do you want now

I again said that

Give her the most precious place

In the celestial kingdom

Again God was started to laugh hearing this

He said

Still you don’t want anything for you

I said

My mother has given me all her blessings

She is always in my mind

She is in my sight

She and me

Actually two souls in one body

I feel her every single moment

That’s the best gift for me”

That’s all about my feelings to mother.

After listening this, mother started to cry and hugged me tightly. I asked-

“Mama, why are you crying?”

“Mama: Diya, my little world , you are a beautiful girl in this world. At this age, you write such a poem. It’s outstanding, my child. God bless you.”

Oh! No-No--

One more thing, my father is no more. Mama and me was a lovely family. But a few years ago, God took her in the Heaven. Now, I am all alone in this world.

“How strange !”

The life is so unpredictable!

A little poem , just knocks at my mind about the unpredictable life:

“Life is unpredictable

Still swings ups and downs

Life is like a flower

Nourishing properly

Spreading fragrance everywhere

Still there’s uncertainty

To be withered

Anytime anywhere

Life is just a magic string

Creating tunes in a symphonic rhythms

Mesmerized environment

Making dancing

With the tuning

Still there’s a sudden crush

RIP out the string

All rhythms may be stopped

In a momentary attack

That’s our life

So called or valuable

The choice is in our hands

Taking every moments

As a lively song

To enjoy

Or as a sad one

To mourn”

Still, I feel so relax because of those golden memories. The pen was my passion. When I take that pen in my hand, I feel that mother is holding my hands and laughing. She loves me at every moment in this world. She encourages me at each stepping. When I feel suffocation, I just want to quit, then I heard mother’s voice.

Mother tells me, by sitting, in front of my eyes:

“Dear child, don’t lose your faith on God and also upon yourself”.

“Always remember that life is only one. There’s so many difficulties shown up but you will never quit. You are my brave girl. Just take a break for some refreshment and then get up again.”

Now I am a writer. I love to read and write. My career is running by my mother’s blessing. So many difficulties are shown up. Still, I can’t quit. When I am fade up about everything, I just take that black diamond pen with me and gripping it so tightly. I then feel that mama hugs me and tells me:

“My dear, why are you crying? Don’t worry. Life is just like a swing, always contd ups and downs. It’s fine.  Never give up. God gives you this chance. You should nourish this properly. I will be always with you.”

Diya stands up. She talks to itself:

“I am the only one for whom mama suffered a lot in her life. She gave me every little strengths. The spirit of life for moving on. A sudden snapshot is appeared in front of me:

“Mama’s lovely face with so pleased way. That’s the first time I was so happy, after reciting my first poem.”

“Now at the present day, that memory is coming back, as a new flash back in my life, to cheer up the upcoming days. I will be moved on with them. I must do it not only for myself but also my mother’s dream. The dream that is always fresh and evergreen, dreamt by my mother.”

“The dream should be achieved by me. I will make it. I must do it.”

Another poem is just recited:

“She made it

Yes, she won over all worsts

To walk in her goal

So many difficulties shown up

Blockage the road

Yet, she never quit

At her every single breathing

She made the road clear

To walk smoothly

Endurance too much

Giving her this right

To conquer

To attain the goal”

Now I am a famous writer. My writes help me to live lively. My past blasted to be like that. If I have not that golden memory in the life , I will never be able to see me at this stage. I feel so sad after mama’s death. Every moments haunted me. Suddenly, I got my pen and relished that heavenly moment. That pen is a candle to shine my way. My life is started to litten and glittered like shining stars in the sky.