Erased Epistles
And time stood still. Yet again.
They stood face to face, on either side of a chasm – deep
and wide. Looking into each other’s eyes, for some spark of recognition. They
failed to see it.
‘I..umm..what do I call you?…’,
said the emotion
‘Names are not required here. It
would complicate things more.’ spoke the rationale.
They stood, reaching out with
their eyes – but not connecting.
‘Don’t do this. We can co-exist,
like before.’
‘There is a possibility. But the
risk is too high. You won’t be able to handle it.’
‘Goddamn you! You can’t read into
my mind..my actions…You just don’t know.’, shrieked the emotion.
‘Yes. You’re right. I can’t.
Maybe I never could. Or we would never be here now.’ the rationale replied.
They stood at the edges of the
chasm, while the bridge lay unused. The same one where they had once stood
together, while the world rushed by.
The rationale spoke first, ‘Did
you lead me to the center only to push me off?’
‘No, I never intended…’
‘Intent is deceptive. Did you not
know the vortex of thought would destroy me?’
The emotion stood shocked –
openly displaying feelings for the first time.
‘Don’t worry. Your intent was
well disguised. Bravo! For you have succeeded. You made me feel emotion.’
continued the rationale. ‘You … gave me strength and took it away in an
instant. You led me to the top and threw me off the cliff. You led me to the
lake, and drowned me in it. Yes, you destroyed me.’
‘I am your culprit. Forgive me.
There was no malice, no hatred – just ego. It shattered me too, and only you
can put the scattered pieces together. Please, don’t do this. Give me another
chance – and this time, I won’t pull you down., and the emotion hung it’s head
in shame.
‘Don’t blame yourself. I let you
rule me. I put myself on self-destruct. You were merely a catalyst. I have no
options left to gain. Don’t berate yourself over this. There’s too much in you
that you can use, if you choose to, and choose wisely. I never knew you could
be a cold strategist. Maybe you could use it in a positive way, for once. There
are others waiting for you, or whom you are waiting on. Let me not stop you.’
quavered the rationale.
A tear fell from the rationale’s
eyes – the emotion it had not want to show.
But it went unnoticed.
They stood there, the bridge
weakening with every passing moment.
‘What do you want?’ the emotion
asked
‘You’
‘What do you not want?’ asked the
emotion again
‘You’, stated the rationale
simply. And smiled. ‘Don’t look so puzzled. It doesn’t go down well as an
impression. It’s simple enough to deduce.’
‘Precisely’, came the reply.
The rationale gave a sharp look
of cognition. The emotion, a look of alarm.
‘I’ve let you go. Do as you
please. If you need a tad bit of rationality, don’t hesitate to ask me. But try
finding it in yourself before you ask. For I still haven’t let go of you.’
So said the rationale, and stood
staring at a point in the distant horizon. The emotion looked around at the
destruction, not realizing the magnitude. The writings on stone seemed to fade
away, erasing sacred epistles.
And time stood still. Yet again. | 
