THE PLANE

The plane

By voice of man

I was climbing up the stairs of an enormous plane. Fear going down through my spine. I walked coldly to find my place and sat down. I had been waiting for over fifteen minutes before anyone came to sit next to me. At the end of the corridor, there she was!! The sophisticated, decent & elegant figure of taste. The woman that had the brains, the beauty & the success. The kind of woman that I would never have the pleasure of looking into her eyes & seeing myself in them. The kind of woman that I had wished to have babies with and die in her arms. She walked by me (as it had always been), came back after two seconds addressing the gut next to me with intellectual politeness "Excuse me, I think you're in my seat."
The guy checked his ticket and turned his head to her "you're right. I should be sitting at the other end."
After two seconds of confusion and a lot of movement, I found myself sitting next to her. She adjusted herself in the seat & with every move she made. I could smell the scent of her beautiful, pure cologne. It was the most sweet and lovely three seconds of my entire life. The plane took off. I had no one but the chair to hold onto and that has been the way for so long.
AAH....how I missed that supportive and desirable touch of a romantic lover?! How much my inner soul begged for satisfaction?!!
I slept and for a moment I was still sleeping when suddenly the plane began moving up and down. I opened my eyes in horror, still holding on to the chair & began praying. This is it. This is the end where every one goes to the place where he/she belongs. I didn't do anything; I just kept sitting there with my lips moving, not showing any of my feelings. Anyone who didn't know me would've thought that I was brave. Suddenly, I felt her fingers chasing my hand and catching it. She had her fingers in my hand...HER fingers in MY hand!!!
The screams of horror and the disastrous petrified faces of panic and all the thought of being alone disappeared from my mind.
It all turned to be wroth it. The fear, disappointment, sense of failure and humiliation I experienced through my entire lifetime was worth it. It was all worth that touch....that extremely soft hand of hers seeking mine for help & support when she had more solid souls to hold onto. It felt like a newborn seeking for his mother's scent and finding it. It felt like a successful son seeking the hug of a proud father and having it. It felt like a lost teenager seeking her mother's protection and catching it. It felt like NOTHING that could be described in words......
And there it was, that merciful death, that affectionate soul flying down with my disturbed one. Flying down to earth, to reality, to suffering, to cynicism, to the imperfect broken soldiers of the unforgiven & the unending war. I had become one of the souls that would die just to feel alive. I had become one of the young soldiers. I had become the man I wanted to. I finally let go of others' thoughts and took hand of mine. I reached my perfection and my illusion. I reached my imagination and the rising of my inner being. It felt like drowning but sinking into a much peaceful world. It felt like losing a best friend just to have a better one.
WAIT!!! Someone's pushing me back, NO.........NOOOO I don't want to come back. I kept on struggling...fighting for my long lost right, fighting for my imaginative world and winning was the end for no dying soul can live in the world of curses; no dying soul can survive in the world of reality. I will keep on sleeping till the end of this journey, I will keep on sleeping for its such a wonderful sleep.....such a lovely touch....such sweet death.
AND finally, the UNPOLISHED Stamen got hand of the BEAUTIFUL Pistil.......... and I WONT LET GO!!!!

By voice of woman

I had a very important business trip to china and I had no intentions of ruining it. In other words I didn't want the plane to crash down in the middle of nowhere. Those were the thoughts playing around in my head as I was climbing up the stairs of this ordinary plane. I walked through the crowd and the extremely narrow corridor in a mission to find my seat. My company hadn't even bothered to book me a place in first class as if they can't afford it. I kept walking until I found my seat. I don't believe it; someone's sitting in my seat. I asked the man to get up with my most polite manner. He checked his ticket again and then with blushing face he said, "You're right, I should be sitting at the other end." When he got up, I finally sat in my seat. I adjusted my hair and myself in it to reach that feeling of comfort. Beside me was a man in his thirties, I think. He kept looking in front of him like he was staring in the horizon even though there was nothing but a chair's back in front of him. He had a look in his eyes, a look of amusement, a look of longing, a look of pleasure.
And then came the moment when the plane would take off, I had no fear of flying but the worries don't leave me alone. I mean the chances of a horrible crash never go away. The plane was walking for a while before it could sore in the sky and this was my favorite part. I just adored that certain feeling you get when the plane goes above the ground….that first hop…a second one…then the third rise when it begins to make its way towards the sky. On the other hand, the guy next to me seemed to be in some other world. For some reason, he kept holding on to the chair even before the plane began flying. After a few seconds, we were on our way to china.
Time went by so slowly, five minutes felt like five hours and I had nothing to do, nothing to waste my time in. I can't fall asleep on planes. Its one of those issues of mine that I just can't do. Boredom seemed to be my life right now and what upset me the most was that the guy next to me was in deep sleep. He looked peaceful and relieved. I envied him. Envied him for that kind of relaxation because I rarely experienced it. Work, work, work…that's me. "I said that with nothing but plain expressions on my face".
Suddenly the plane began moving up and down. Then instead of both ways it began moving towards below only…. Ohh my godd…the plane was going to crash!! Ohhh my gosh!! This can't be true. Now, I was sure that I was panicking. I turned to look around. Screams, frightened screams, horrified faces, people freezing in their places from the shock unable to do anything about it, babies crying out loud from the disturbed atmosphere they've found themselves in. Now, my screaming was louder than ever. I didn't know I had the ability to shout like that. I kept searching for protection. I wasn't gonna sit there & do nothing, after all that wasn't me. First, I looked for the flight attendant. She seemed to have disappeared. And then I thought about holding on to the chair…no…too weak…it can break in any second from the forceful movement…even I was breaking. And then I got an idea. I looked at the man next to me and said to myself " yea…he's the one to hold on to, the brave respectful character with a sense of pride". I grabbed his hand and took hold of it. At first, he looked surprised but then he had that smile upon his face…a grin rather than a smile. He squeezed my hand even more and we both sat back in our seats. It has been such a long time since I felt that protected…that secure…that innocent for I've been guilty a lot of times. His hand was very warm. I could feel his care, his longing, his protecting of me, his romantic soul…just from his hand. I could feel his breath falling down on my hand like the softest textile of silk I've ever felt. It didn't feel like a crashing plane anymore, it felt like a boat in the sea, it felt like a cool breeze of fine air, it felt like nothing that could be described in words……I could feel everything. Surely, I was alive again.
I was alive again and I didn't want to die. For the first time in my entire life, I knew what I wanted, I knew my goal…..I want to feel like that every time I walked into my house. I want a husband not afraid to show his feelings. I want a true romantic passionate lover who wants to be there. I want a man who never forgets to tell me "I love you" every once in a while. I had a lot of boyfriends in my relations experience, but no one like him…from the time he touched my hand I knew he was different…I knew he wasn't gonna bale me off…. Or leave me alone!
Twenty minutes passed by and it took me a second to notice that the plane wasn't moving forcefully anymore….there was a light disturbance but nothing like before. The flight attendant appeared from somewhere and told the passengers in a professional manner "we're sorry for the last few minutes, there was a trouble with the engine but now everything is fine again". Loud cheers and clapping filled the atmosphere. I saw death right in front my eyes and lived!! After all, it was all because of him. I wouldn't have been able to survive this tragedy if he hadn't been next to me. His eyes had been closed for a while…he didn't even open them when the flight attendant was talking. I tried to poke him, just to bring him back to his senses. I kept poking really hard but there was no respond...no, he can't be….my other hand took hold of his shoulder and I kept shaking him back and forth but, I got nothing…no response, no defense, nothing!
No he can't be….he wouldn't do this to me…suddenly his hand felt cold and in spite of that fact I couldn't let go of his hand…… just couldn't. Before I knew it, a river of tears burst out from my eyes, I put my face in his other hand and kept crying in agony. You can't do this to me, not after that…not after giving me the bless of life…for once in my life I've tasted pleasure, satisfaction & love. You can't take that from me…NOO!!
AND finally, the BEAUTIFUL pistil got to fall in love with a REAL RESPECTFUL stamen……..AND I'M NOT READY TO LET GO!!!!