Life

He opened his eyes for the first time, beyond the cluster of beaming faces, his gaze landed on a bright light. It was yellow; no, it was green; wait, maybe it was blue. It was the most beautiful thing he had witnessed. He fell in love with it. He tried to extend his arms towards it, striving to touch it, but his limbs were too weak and the light too far.

He grew strong and learned to travel. He tried to crawl towards it straining to reach that light but it was still distant, too far for him to reach with his outstretched arms. He strived hard, stretched all his limbs but to no avail. He was not strong enough to gain its possession.

He nurtured, convalescing strength and acquiring knowledge he tried to reach the light with more rigor and extreme devotion. Designing models and inventing tools, he thought he was close to achieving that feat and possessing that gift. The gift that would set him free, give him power and enhance his abilities. But the closer he reached, the light moved further away.

Frail limbs and aching bones did not stop him in his endeavor to bag that light. It was now an obsession; an ambition so strong; a disease that only death could cure. But the light was still far, too far for his weak limbs to grab.

The day had come; he had to leave. The escorts were here. His time was over but the eyes were still fixed upon that light. Floating upwards, he glanced down to have one last look at the stunner. He could not believe it; it cannot be true; no, how could that happen.

The light did not exist. It was a mere mirage; a speck of dust; a swirl of delusion; a magnum of deception; a lie, beautifully camouflaged; a rancid dream so beautifully enwrapped that it seemed real. He wanted to cry but there were no tears. He wanted to scream but there was no one to hear. He wasted his life running behind an illusion, a path that had no end.