Have you ever set up a telescope, hoping to see the moon, exactly half, already above the horizon, with, still a bit of daylight around? Have you ever seen through the telescope to see the magnificent moon floating in the inky blue sky? Have you ever seen the moon’s craters, on the bright, shining lunar skin? I bet you have…
But have you ever seen, while watching the same moon, a bird, appearing suddenly out of the blackness, cross paths between the telescope and the moon, seen as a dark silhouette to it’s bright surface, with wings, waxing and waning like the moon, flying across and disappearing back into the blackness it came from.
And I know, that I’m truly a witness to one or nature’s countless, rare wonders. I know, that I am so rich with such experiences, many of which, I am the sole witness to. I know, that my problems are not real problems at all. I know, that my sorrow is not real sorrow. What I consider imperative, is not significant at all. There is more to life that the material, and the social. Vital, is what we never think about. The real ‘good’ is not good at all.
What I do is just a diminutive part of my obligation I must fulfil.
We all look at clichéd and forlorn perception of life no matter how different it seems, and what it means to us, but when do we understand it’s more than just that.
In the understanding of this phenomenal gift of nature, lies the key to our very existence, and I pray for this very miracle to happen to each one of us. To liberate us from the passé, hackneyed and tried, into the beautifully stunning world we stay in, but never live in…
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
DraconianRAIN
It rains and it rains. And it rains too. And when it rains… it rains. The rains reign over my mind these days. The reigning good weather, the sudden freshness, the intoxicating smell of the damp earth, the insects flying about, looking for shelter… It’s a whole new bright world! And especially if it comes in midst of the warmest weather the city has seen.
The day is left to gather all the rain clouds in the surrounds, and the evening actually unleashes them on us.
Enthralled by the weather, we step out to recover, and enjoy the gentle fury of the heavens. It’s a time to reconcile, to remember the past, to relive all our past moments and relax in the warm friendship in the midst of the cool breeze. The three of us, we stroll about aimlessly, discussing our life and where it’s leading us to. We discuss about our friends, the past, our future, our classmates, experiences, and all things, which are simply just flowing, but don’t realise the intensity of our feelings towards them. We realise only much later. Getting drenched is the last bit of worry for us, as there are more important things to ponder and converse. For the hour and half we are together, our minds are one, our differences departed, and our thoughts pure and warm as can be. The clouds vary the intensity of their downpour, but does that deter us from an intense debate? No. For there is nothing more important that the three of us, for the three of us at that particular time. This time makes us forget about the worldly banalities and complexities and gives us the sublime feeling of a blissful existence. That prompts us to repeat the experience everyday, but the clouds disagree. What are they, but a welcome respite from our everyday routine, refreshment for the mind, body and soul? An occurrence, if repeated continually, would not remain enjoyable anymore…
I will ever cherish these moments I spent with my friends, because come tomorrow, I might never get a chance to enjoy like this, what I get so effortlessly now, because this might just become the luxury I cannot afford in the future…
The day is left to gather all the rain clouds in the surrounds, and the evening actually unleashes them on us.
Enthralled by the weather, we step out to recover, and enjoy the gentle fury of the heavens. It’s a time to reconcile, to remember the past, to relive all our past moments and relax in the warm friendship in the midst of the cool breeze. The three of us, we stroll about aimlessly, discussing our life and where it’s leading us to. We discuss about our friends, the past, our future, our classmates, experiences, and all things, which are simply just flowing, but don’t realise the intensity of our feelings towards them. We realise only much later. Getting drenched is the last bit of worry for us, as there are more important things to ponder and converse. For the hour and half we are together, our minds are one, our differences departed, and our thoughts pure and warm as can be. The clouds vary the intensity of their downpour, but does that deter us from an intense debate? No. For there is nothing more important that the three of us, for the three of us at that particular time. This time makes us forget about the worldly banalities and complexities and gives us the sublime feeling of a blissful existence. That prompts us to repeat the experience everyday, but the clouds disagree. What are they, but a welcome respite from our everyday routine, refreshment for the mind, body and soul? An occurrence, if repeated continually, would not remain enjoyable anymore…
I will ever cherish these moments I spent with my friends, because come tomorrow, I might never get a chance to enjoy like this, what I get so effortlessly now, because this might just become the luxury I cannot afford in the future…
Sunday, April 1, 2007
STAY... And help me to END the day
The Moon was yellow as it rose out from the horizon today. through the hazy city sky, it glowed warmly. But went cold as it rose further, with all the compassion dying out and and the cool moon rays lighting up the night.
She stood there in the evening of her life, asking for the moon to stay warm and compassionate, and to celebrate her life and whatever was left.
She was curious. gazing at the moon to reveal its mysteries, as the sky turned to black. And hence I remember:
STAY... And help me to END the day
Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
'cause I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye.
Morning dues.
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turn to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
------------------------------ Pink Floyd (Obscured By Clouds)
She stood there in the evening of her life, asking for the moon to stay warm and compassionate, and to celebrate her life and whatever was left.
She was curious. gazing at the moon to reveal its mysteries, as the sky turned to black. And hence I remember:
STAY... And help me to END the day
Stay and help me to end the day.
And of you don't mind,
We'll break a bottle of wine.
Stick around and maybe we'll put one down,
'cause I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes,
Surprised to find you by my side.
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye.
Morning dues.
Newborn day.
Midnight blue turn to gray.
Midnight blue burning gold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.
------------------------------ Pink Floyd (Obscured By Clouds)