A Dark Cloud

I had once heard a story about how a dark cloud loomed Russia... Now you may ask, "Is this a poetry or a prose?" And I'd respond, it matters naught! You may ask, "is this all facts and Truth!?" And I'd say atleast hear me out. The cloud that loomed was of darkest of hue! Even tar lacked the blackness that it carried as it spread across those meadows blue. Some asked, Oh! how did a cloud so dark float there and rest And was it even seen by naked eye! Or was it just some fantasy of an imaginative mind that story-tellers share, Oh! How did it keep growing and expanding like that.... Didn't it just pour down as beads all black. No! No! No! All I say is please hear me out! For in the end it sure will touch within you a special chord! The black cloud was a reflection of people's thoughts... For History showed they lived in pain & anger & wrath. The universe contains every tiny bit, Unlike the ocean that asks it's wave to discard all that it does not need. The thoughts and unsaid feelings of people, over a time... Took form and shape of a cloud; First it would dissipate by laughter and forgiveness, But, when collectively people couldn't let go of their painful thoughts...it took a shape of a dark cloud. They unknowingly voiced their feelings of unwillingness. Now! You may say, "A Thought is a Thought!" But let me clear it out; Each thought from the beginning of time is etched in space, unable for anyone to even try and erase. And when it gathers enough strength, it takes on the energy of what it represents. This universe simply bomerangs back, As reaction, reflection and resound...of all that one sends. And one day when collectively the thoughts of people crossed "That line." Sending out waves of negativity; for they just couldn't let go off their painful times... The cloud gathered all of their unsaid feelings... And grew bigger and bigger... So much so that the creator of the cloud was now controlled by what it created. As the people felt lost and wasted. Their negativity in turn fed on their weakness. Maybe that's why some nations experience the chain reaction; As history coins the word- "The Great Depression!" Now what could anyone do and how could anyone help; Because people lacked the discrimination; that "Having even One Negative Thought was Bad!" Oh! Would they ever be free...from the shadows of this cloud; Oh! How could they stop it from making them react with feelings of despise and wrath. That's when Love; who adorned a most beautiful form, intervened... He wore a crown of hair, while his robe; blood red; Flaming with Love, as he walked on two tender feet. He asked two of his angels; Oh you need to act; Act Now! With all of my love; take these two golden needles, and poke that cloud! The Angels asked; oh how can we; O! Love... For we are unable to see the black cloud, or love the way you Love!!! Love just smiled and asked the Angels to close their eyes... And then he revealed to them the cloud...that was weighing down on people's mind. Oh it was so dark and magnanimous, as it swallowed all in its shadows... That only Love; being so unconditional could pierce & melt it out. The Angels, diligently started the work.... As minutes, hours, days, months were spend trying to poke the pain and fear out... Slowly but steadily the cloud kept dissipiating.... Till a day came, when Love melted all the pain, the anger, the fear, that people had been for years thinking. As love engulfed this dark cloud, The people of Russia were free from the habitual-patterns of their thoughts; The Land was new, The Soil smelled sweet too, The Air was filled with peace... And there was no longer any negativity that would boomerang back, that hate-filled thoughts bring. Oh! You may say; what A Story Teller are you; An artist who weaves words and paints stories...but this sure can't be true... Yet! I'd say just for the last time... "Please hear me out..." Even if you may not believe me; and think it's all false! Yet, What if everything in this world is nothing but a make-believe; And your thoughts weave your destiny. So, it's in your power, I'd say, to think and create what you wish your life to be. "Don't entertain even One Negative Thought!'. For you may never know if it shall again mushroom into a dark cloud" For what if this universe was born from a thought!; His Thought! So do ponder over it...before your have a second thought that rules me out.

Copyright: Meghna/2017