Realizations

Sometimes I sit looking out of my window,
Gazing at the world, dance..
To the rhythm of moon and the hum of sun..
All bound to times' eternal tune..
And the baton of a Higher one.

I look at the sun,
I look at the moon,
So high and mighty in the sky,
As they touch all alive, renewing their life...
I wonder ,where and what, I am.

As I remain fixated to the evanescent tranquility of my thoughts,
I watch from the sidelines..
The road moving away ..
With misty eyes and a sanguinary brush..
I try to paint the face of my life.

On the canvas appears a blurred image,
I see blue and black and hues of gray but lo!! no red..
my blood was dead..!!

But there is another half, that is white and unstained..
It is a future I've yet to live,
It is a future I've yet to paint.
The past is past, the future is ..but the present..
And living in the moment is all I have..
So let me fill this moment,
With all the vibrant shades..
For the dots are mine, as are the colours
And as are the choices I make.

I look at the sun,
I look at the moon,
So high and mighty in the sky..
Touched by their golden light..
I set stride on my empyreal flight...

I just had the wierdest of thoughts........maybe..philosophers were the biggest losers

Adieu...

As it sat on the threshhold of its nest, the dove looked at vast plains that stretched all around him.He wondered what lay beyond the horizons in the endless heights of the vast blue sky...which invited him with outstretched hands. A gentle breeze filled his nostrils with the smell of earth and brought with it the memories of his past.He looked at the nest and saw hi fellow hatchlings,some of them ready to fly with him but in different directions and others who were not yet ready. He remembered all the times he had spent with each of them, growing up,playing, learning the ways of the world and wondered whether they would cross paths again. A gust of wind ruffeled his feathers and he shuddered..it was time to fly. These memories, he'll preserve them, always.He then looked at the sky, unfurled his wings and took off...
fly afar o! little one,
rest not under the scorching sun..
till there is air in your wings, scale the sky..
fly..fly..fly...


PS: bye Ragz..

Little beads of liquid trickled down his cheeks. Sweat or tears, he couldn't decide,they both tasted salty. Earlier in life he knew what the liquid was, then later on he was able to decide but now..uhh! he didn't care. He was dead tired, his body ached ,he wondered why. He persisted in this state for some time and then he saw someone infront of him. He instinctively quickened his pace and realized he was running. But he had been running for as long as he remembered. Why..? well first he was just told to chase "IT" by everyone who had been running and he ran to catch up with them, but they all left him one by one and he thought that perhaps if he ran fast enough and found "IT", he would find everyone else. So he ran and he has been running since then and now he didn't even realise it until he saw someone just like now.He knew he had to get ahead of the man as others had gotten ahead of him. It seemed to him that everybody wanted to reach "IT "first but nobody wanted to share it. He guessed it was a race that everyone wanted to win but none had won yet, for in that case the race would have stopped. He overtook the man and gave a hollow grin, hollow because he knew he would never see the man again as he had never seen the other people whom he left behind or who had left him behind, again. They all semed to vanish in the darkness that surrounded them as soon as they crossed him. He now understood that he was all alone in this wild goose chase and.... he didn't care.

He was suffocating. The room was filled with pitch black darkness. He was desperate. he felt the walls all around him...it was as if they were closing in on him and he felt desperate for fresh air.He moved to the only small hole in the door and put his mouth to it to suck in air, but it wasn't enough. He clasped the door knob and tried to force the door open..as he had often tried before..but to no avail. It was as if the entire vitality in the world was against him, forcing him back in the room and he was losing the fight and the will. He was suffocating.....the key...he had to find the key. He panicked, he had searched for it before, he couldn't find it..and now he was afraid...afraid of going away from the hole, afraid that he'd lose his only breath. No he would not leave it..he'll cling to it...damn that elusive key.......