Sun shines in the warm golden fields,
Butterflies encircle, colored wings flutter.
Exquisite, gentle notes whisper to the heart,
Blissful faces share beaming smiles.
Eyes gleam, arms clasp,
Harmony and peace entwine,
Music and Love is in the air.
A release of soulful wanting,
Rhythmic beats and lyrical crescendos heard.
The skies unfold and Angels bless,
From Darkness to Light,
Sweet sweet freedom felt!
A new life, a beautiful path found,
To Him, She belongs. Forever!
Dedicated to : StarGazer
The summer breeze brought in the fresh aroma of roses and violets. Bright rays from the western horizon fingered through the coconut trees and formed dark shadows of the woman seated on the bamboo chair. Her long hair turned a beautiful golden as the sun started to set, her legs tucked into the pleated silk skirt, her eyes reflecting pools of mixed emotions, she made a pretty sight. Miss G was oblivious to the beauty that she exuded. Nothing was beautiful to her anymore, not without him. She braced herself for the familiar ache of exhaustion to take over. Nothing was the same anymore. The water splashed softly from the small fountain in the garden where she had always been able to find peace when she had felt the need to seek life in a strange way she had never sought to explain or question. But there was no magic today and no answer. Peace seemed to elude her, despair set in, she squeezed her eyes shut and wished everything would just turn out to be a nightmare. Recalling the good times hurt too much. It brought back flooding memories, stunning and intense that threatened to overwhelm her response.
She saw a tall dark figure move on the other side of her house. She watched as he walked up and down the lawn of his house deep in thought. A dark shadow formed around her hiding her among the trees and he couldn't see her watching him. She sighed as she watched him. Had it all started when she moved to his neighborhood or was it when he introduced himself in the best poetic way possible or was it when they bumped into each other more often? The night was growing into her and the birds wheeled in the dark clouds and sang a strange song that added to her melancholy.
Meeting him everyday was inevitable. It was never difficult to spot him in the crowd. He would be there, a tall dark soul looming with confidence and attitude. She blamed herself for getting close to a man who has become a stranger now. A stranger who was her best friend, a stranger who taught her everything and a stranger who now reminded her of all the things that she wanted to forget. Just a few words away, a few calls away, so close but so far away, Miss G lost count of the number of times she wondered if her resolve was right. But she had made plans and she knew that she would get through this. She looked up at the dark sky and wondered why destiny had to play a cruel game in her life, her head fell to her knees hugging herself, she resigned to the fact that nothing can change destiny.
I feel like a Bluegill, sensitive to all the vicious things that happen around yet tolerate them and continue swimming through it all. Babyhood saw the Bluegill in a small tank, well protected with no worries. It grew up, got transported to a bigger tank that taught it to live with other species. Now its the ocean, where its learning to live with some real deadly creatures, treading carefully, not trusting easily yet swimming with confidence and expertise amongst many hurdles. It doesn't know how much bigger the ocean is gonna get, how many deadly creatures or friendly aliens its gonna meet.
Long time ago, a friend of mine told me that it's okay to get scared sometimes coz it gets your adrenaline pumping hard. That was such a crazy thing to say then but in a way it's true. The swimming will be fun, a risky sort of fun. Sometimes I wish the "Beauty and the Beast" miracle would happen that would turn the Bluegill into a Tortoise. The Bluegill would rise from the ocean as a Tortoise, jump to the forbidden land, hidden in a quiet shell knowing that there is much more to Life than just the Ocean.
Weekend comes and goes, Monday is the day typically filled with people feeling so blue. Naturally, Monday being Monday it can't be otherwise. One of the monotonous cliched rituals followed by people is asking "so how are you?" (I have never understood why "so" is used when everyone is just about trying to strike a conversation for the 1st time in the week or was it Friday a few seconds ago??) followed by "how was the weekend?" and the answer to that would always vary between two extremes "sleep, eat, TV" to "I was hanging out with friends". If it’s the latter, some would gush in saying "ooooh!! Where did you go???" Whether it has something to do with the phrase "hang out" or "friends" one never knows, but the "place" of meeting is of prime importance that kindles the interest to the listener. Well, maybe in a way the place does matter if the meeting is for a specific reason. It makes people who meet feel comfortable or, if its for the same cause it unites the group or, it helps in sharing similar tastes. But what I realized is, the "place" doesn't really matter as long as it’s with the person you like sharing (I refrain from saying spending) your time. The past couple of weekends have been good, meeting some old friends and some others who are dearest to me, catching up with gossips and nostalgic events or just being together for that moment on that day. I didn't for once care where we went, what we ate, where we sat or where we walked, everything just happened the right way at the right time. The very fact that we were meeting felt more exciting than anything else. So much to tell but so little told, hours of non-stop talking and giggling, sometimes silence speaking volumes, pleasant welcoming silence that. I would never be able to pen down the happiness that filled my heart, though I might try in the future, I know it'll be a long long way down the lane until I experience anything close to it again. But when the day comes, if someone asks me "Where did you go??" I would say, "To the place of happiness"....
I remember reading about how people feel sleepy after lunch. Reason: there is an influx of glucose after a heavy lunch which prevents the nerve cells from sending alert signals to the brain to keep awake. This reason was quite consoling when I had a similar attack to my brain today. I was browsing through some of the mails I received with a groggy feeling when I found one of them really intriguing. It was about some of the famous skyscrapers constructed across the world. One of them would be the world's first revolving tower (A spinning Skyscraper) once its erected as planned in Dubai. Its no ordinary skyscraper for the fact that each of the floors of the tower will be revolving on its axis.
Of course this tower would be revolving at a speed that wouldn't be felt by the people inside. But wouldn't it be great if all the floors in a building revolve at a speed which would make people wonder where they were a few seconds back?? Especially if its utilized as a working place, it would make life more interesting with computers and cabins moving all around the place and if a person happens to move away from his seat for a second, chances are that he would have to go on a merry-go-round search to get back. With the architectural advancements, one wouldn't be surprised if a combination of "Leaning Tower of Pisa" and "The Revolving Tower" is constructed with everything and everyone leaning and revolving, and people still sane.
Today was a rainy day. The moment I got out of the coziness of my home, I was greeted by the cold breeze bringing the fresh smell of the damp sands, the tall wet grasses glistening with dewdrops hanging for life and not so willing to leave the slender tips of the green plants, roads filled with puddles of rainwater, small children wearing colorful raincoats waiting for their school buses, the sky so cloudy and gray, everything and everyone unusually quiet. If only today wasn't a weekday, it would have been a perfect day to relax with a mug of coffee reading my favorite novel watching the rain making patterns on the window panes, listening to instrumental music accompanied by an occasional bite on hot pakkodas. As I was unable to do any of these, I did what I like doing best, Sky-Gazing. They say that the universe is made up of five elements: earth, water, air, fire and space. It’s also believed that human bodies are made up of these 5 elements. Whenever I see the vast forms of these 5 elements, Mother Earth with dark brown soil providing the path for our footprints, seas and oceans with tides so high, the powerful winds, fire filled with rage, space the one that surrounds and provides a blanket for us, I can't help but feel small and insignificant. As I was gazing at the wonderful creation, what really caught my eye was the Sky. Sky, the vast, the infinite and the moody. Moody because she is the only one who emotes well. She rises in the morning, yellow, looking beautiful spreading the joy and happiness. Fresh and lustrous, gives the feeling that victory is in the air. She then turns to her much liked role of spreading tranquility, emoting intelligence and calmness by turning blue with patches of white here and there representing her innocence and purity of the soul. She gets ready to retire for the day, but before that becomes reddish orange and dances with joy, love and passion. The stage of mysterious disappearing happens next and Sky turns black and portrays the unknown fear. There are times when Sky gets pessimistic and unsure and those are the times when she is neither black nor white but just gray and cloudy. I see a close resemblance of the Sky to the behavior of humans and I guess that makes the Sky more human than any other creations in the world. Ah, doesn't it make the world a colorful place to live in? :)
Sleep is delightful. It really is! And I realized that only after I started traveling 4 hours a day. All the entertainment I derive from the bus journey is by observing how gravity plays a vital role when it comes to sleep. Quite an amusing sight to see a group of heads swaying from side to side, lips stretched at an awkward angle, some with a smug look while others presumably deep in thought. Screeching brakes or the constant honking are considered mellifluous and act as a lullaby to the sleepyheads. Added ingredients are the incessant chatter of the RJs combined with the distorted signals that sound totally gibberish to the sensitive ears. Whether its the early morning rays or the pleasant evening breeze, invariably everyone dashes for the comb just seconds before their destination arrives, entangling the already tangled or the almost bald mass. And sometimes when it becomes too much for me to take, I would catch some of my "beauty" sleep and then I realize how delightful sleeping in the bus can be, with the gentle rock and rolling, riding all along the way with all the little passengers, warm and snug inside!
