Dear Mother Earth,

Hope you are doing well, are you? Hope you are embedded with all your flora and fauna, your justified beauty dripping from enchanting body, the garland of six seasons that you made so ardently, I hope that is intact in its nature, I hope Mother, my lover, you are well.

Even though I speak so smugly about your well being, how are you really? I do not mean it as a gentle inquiry, rather a serious question. The ardent fervor that you spoke to me with, the passionate voice of your humming in my ear, the touch of yours so painfully lovely, it all seems to be lost in a poisonous fog now. Your spark, your intensity that constantly attracted me towards your rueful and sheepish authority of humour, the zeal that you held in you, it seems not there now. Even though you say you’re okay, my love, you’re not. A lover knows well, specially that lover, whose existence lies within you, who learnt to adore you the moment he had stepped into this land of living dead, who had learned to love you, who had yearned for you, with such unquenchable thirst in his chest that you seemed like a vase full of heavenly Ambrosia, a sip of you could be maddeningly tragic yet beautiful.

You say you are okay, I say not, your lover says not. Your lover reprimands the thought of you lying ruthlessly about your condition, for you know how they say, liars forfeit now don’t you my darling?

It has been an honor to keep up with you, to be on your lap and to play on you. To devour your wholesome beauty with my eyes, to be rolling on your surface like an enigmatic enchanter, to share my stories of limitless boundaries with you, to hum the ballads of the west in your ears in a whispering tone, to soothe my mind with your enormous beauty. Thank you for not judging me, when I judge and take from you. I don’t mean it, I am lost in my mind and I am scared to change, to love, and to wake up.

I arrived at this world, and you embraced me, why wouldn’t you? You stretched your lovers’ hand, and you took me in. Need I utter the rest of it? You made me fall for you, fall for you universally, like the sun rises in the East as an universal state of motion, you made me fall for you in that way. I learned to love you, I learned to know you to your core, and from that perspective I can tell you, you my love, are not yourself anymore. Blaming you for your destitute state? Not at all, my love, for all I know that you have been slow poisoned by my descendants, the venomous human being.

We go on avenging ourselves and creating war on your auspicious body, we torment each other, push pull each others’ scathing hair to emphasize our strength and embellish your existence, along with us. We create tents of terror on such blissful beauty as you, your flamboyant structure juxtaposed by our deeds and rotted by our misdemeanors from which you suffer. Why don’t you ever complain my love? Why oh why do you not rebel? Oh wait, there are certain episodes of you furiously gorging in form of calamities such as quakes and dangerous storms, but is that it? Isn’t the outcome of the injustice served to you supposed to be way too much destructive? How, oh how can you be so quiet about our misdemeanor? Is that what love is? Knowing your partner’s flaws and accepting them with all their fatalities? Even when it could be life scorching for you?

Mother Earth, the passion of my life, the base of all of my activities, I apologize for the tormenting love that I have served you all over my lifetime. You were the scion of all the nobilities in the world, but alas! My descendants have succeeded in polluting you, distorting your radiating aura from you, and yet amidst all those tortures, you provided the best for me, the best any lover could possibly think of giving to their adored ones, why do you express your love all the time for me even when I have been deceitful towards you? Is this what love is like?

Your flora and fauna is almost at the verge of extinction now, you are dying, and I being the sole one caring for you, am not being able to save you from the ruthless Death snatching you. You are dying in front of my eyes, slowly and with so many hits on your body. How can I see you drowning into oblivion with my own eyes, being the lover that I am? The Holy Grail of feminine authority that you are, how can I ever replace such a love like you?

I do not know what is your future, what you are going to be, whether or not you are gonna surrender to the bashful animosity of the human being. But let me just lay in your arms today, let me just enjoy your company today, your givings today. Let me just get deep drowned in your ethereal beauty today, because today is a gift, hence called “Present”, let me share this present with you and only you love, let this present be the witness of our everlasting love, because my love, dear Mother Nature, you are omnipresent.

Lovingly,
Your passionate sinner.