And like the particles this universe is made of,
We glow in light.
And like those crimson sunsets,
Engulfing the mediocrity of our lives,
We all want dawn peacefully.
For peace is the food of the soul,
And when deprived of solitude,
Our soul vanishes,
And intellect conquers.
Wavering our pth to shallowness.
And like wind
That Blows our constraints,
Sublimes our Sorrows,
And breaks the shackles of Restraint,
We all want to be free.
And Like the eternal silent sea.
It is the silence in which we find ourselves,
For peace is the food of the soul.
And Like stars we sparkle in our own world.
Like Stardust we dissolve into the vastness of the world,
Yet imprinting our trace.
And Like the sky waiting to be looked,
The fire wanting to be tamed,
We are waiting to be found.
Like clouds our minds wander into the huge sky.
And Like fire we burn in separation.
And as years progress, this time evaporates into silhouettes, leaving us admiring its's magnificence.
For what is gone,
Is gone.
For what is to come,
Will come.
We mere puppets,
In the hands of fate.
Will Dance.
But what is with us now?
Is pure bliss with no vows.
Oh how grand you are,
And I feel so little.
My life feels like a glittering ball,
From you,
Oh so tall.
And if I come down,
I will mourn.
For this is what my world is,
And you a beautiful bliss.
I envy you my friend,
For these sorrows never end.
But you are my peace,
And I know you aren't at ease.
Standing so tall.
And when this world will become too hard to bear.
In your lap I would befall.
Shushing all my sorrows.
Giving myself to the endless hollows.
When I come back,
Like minute trinkets it will shine again.
From you so above.
But then I will be the trinket playing the game.
In the Entanglement of life,
In the race to survive.
Is there peace?
Like saplings we grow,
Enthralling from nothing.
From the hands that sow,
Us into something.
In the Entanglements of life,
In the race to survive.
There are moments,
And some torments.
For what is life?
If there is nothing to survive for,
If there is nothing to live for,
If there is nothing to endure for,
As we grow into the world,
Bewildered at all.
As the branches separate out,
As the complications come out.
Shallowness overwhelming us.
I don't know what to say.
World yet to decipher.
All I see is despair.
For what is life?
Without this shallowness.
Adorned with warm lights,
Absorbing all plights,
I see an emotion.
In the antiquity we find,
The presence of the divine.
Stories foretold by our ancestors,
With traditions mustered.
Emotions culminated to devotion.
Rama O’Rama,
Our savior the definition of the right,
Of might.
How could we welcome you,
With darkness in view?
You who illuminated the world.
How could your welcome unvaried?
The darkest day will thus be illuminated.
Not by mere presence of light ,
but with all the warmness the world could offer.
As the world age,
With every stage.
One thing that still exists,
Amidst,
Is these lights.
Shining bright.
Not by material of the age,
But with emotions intact.
In this endless chase,
Vision covered with Haze.
With blurry eyes,
With people in disguise.
Who are you ?
Who is me?
We follow the same existence.
The same soul.
With differences all around.
With disparities we are bound.
Still a thread unites us.
Binds us.
For what we look ,
Is within us.
Who are we?
In this scandalous universe,
Where are we?
For we are something when we stand together.
Frost covered the windows just as the memories hold on to us and when the light falls on them, it dazzles and melts. Just like the memories dazzle us and finally melts our core. I carefully watched it, all of it, step by step. That’s the thing about winters, you find comfort in warmth, it draws us back to our quilts and then slowly gives us motion.
Book in one hand and coffee in the other, I lay down in my bed lost in my own world of thoughts. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I opened it.
A serene looking man stood there, still.
“Yes”
“You are Kaira?”
“Yes, I am.”
“I am your uncle. Uncle David.”
“I am sorry. I do not gather it.”
“Come on. You don’t remember me, Aka.”
Suddenly that name struck in my mind. My father used to call me by that name. Is he really my uncle then?
“So, can I come in, Aka? Its freezing out here.” He said shivering.
“Yes, yes. Why not?” I said dreamily.
My mind still wondering on the man’s identity. He made his way to the sofa near the fireplace.
“Aka, Can you make me a cup of coffee?” He said giving a familiar smile.
I nodded and went to the kitchen at once. When I returned with a cup of coffee, I saw him with my father's photo. Startled I asked,
“What are you doing?”
“You miss him. Don’t you?”
Those words pierced through my heart. Unable to utter a single syllable, I nodded.
“Your father sent me here.”
I was left baffled, “But he is ..... he is... dead.”
“You should let him go. He has a different journey now just like you have a different journey now. Don’t let the past hold your future back.”
With this, the man burnt the photo in his hand and vanished turning into the glimpses of my father.
With the emotions raging on, I screamed, “Papa!!” As I screamed a darkness appeared, I could hear the bird chirping beside my window. Sunshine dazzled on all the plants and the snow.
And like the particles this universe is made of, We glow in light. And like those crimson sunsets, Engulfing the mediocrity of our lives, ...
