Story Of A Pond

Story Of A Pond

There was a pond named Himadri situated at the bank of river Yamuna. Yamuna is a flowing river. The best quality of a flowing water is that it cleanses itself without any external aid for the process. This a story of a pond who chooses a path to become a river to cleanse itself, experience life in a better way possible.

Staying still, I look around to explore life beyond

My heart aches, I can't look beyond from where I stand

However I see a water flowing, someone who is not still like me

People call her Yamuna but for me she is an aspiration 

I try to touch her feet but  there is an enormous distance between us which looks just few steps

I try every day to move forward and mix my energies into hers, holding me tight my boundaries pulls me back

I wonder what it's feels like to be free, I look around for help to find none

One day it started raining hard, with the water added to me I prayed to set me free

I cried that day hard to add some more water to go through, the rain smiled and said you are not destined to be a river

Losing all my hopes I looked at Yamuna, she said one day I will be her

Her words brought all new hopes in me

Each passing day I put all my will to cross this barriers that surrounds me

Every monsoon I shout for rain to get me through 

My eyes are all dry now, my strength is weak as I gain age

Staying still, I still look around to explore life beyond

I started sleeping more with every coming year, my muscles are all weak now to function

I stopped trying now, not every pond is destined to be a river

One night when I was asleep, rain start pouring like never before

This water wanted to help me, it keep pushing me away from my pond

Very little distance was left between my merger with Yamuna, She extended her hands towards me for the warm welcome

She wanted to hug me tight, she wanted to console me for all my struggle, she wanted to say I knew you will be me one day

We were so close when the raining stopped but this time I was not giving up

My tears were of  happiness this time

I don't know how but I still end up crying

This feeling of knowing I could be  river too made me feel alive

This year it was draught, no rain but only a hope

This feeling of almost getting through generated a whole new different experience for me

Not in my location but it brought a change in me.

The way I look at life changed, the way I feel changed

I still wanted to be a river, but now I didn't needed to look around to experience life

I learnt that all the feelings that I have experienced till now was all in me

My location was same everytime, only my feelings  changed

I still looked at Yamuna but with a smiling face, she smiles back knowing that I am okay

And when it was never expected, flood came and I was finally merged with Yamuna

This time I could experience my life better, not because I was a river now but because I know how to experience it better

And now when I look around I see a pond named Hope and I know she will be a river too one day.