The purest pursuit, devoid of any pretenses or expectations. Just you and the eternal vastness. Emptiness all around and yet it doesn't feel incomplete. Running children, racing lives, and for once you are a mere spectator. If you have performed on the stage all your life, being in the audience really feels dazzling. Makes you realize what you are actually doing on stage. Not that it really gives you a choice though, but for once and once in a while, you are away. To a world which is neutral. A different world. A world where there are no rules, nor need of any.
The vast open skies, the eternal seas, ethereal snow, long winding roads, all silent. The most profound silence you can ever imagine to be soaked into.
The vast open skies, the eternal seas, ethereal snow, long winding roads, all silent. The most profound silence you can ever imagine to be soaked into.
Pity that mind still wanders. Reminds you are only a human. The gone by ages and distances really play cat and mouse in your mind. Skeletons are exhumed--ones you had buried long ago. The blooming of flowers and their sweet smell. It all appears deja vu. Non-existence of ticking clocks. The vastness and deep chasms really take you back. Abruptly in the past, to the younger you. The ever mistake-making mongrel who somehow made all the wrong decisions, or is it only those pictures come to the mind first. And ironically you are happy today despite all. You smile. All lovely moments, and sad only due to the reason that they all ended. Wish you could have had the present day maturity, or just the wisdom of retrospection.
Why do moments just whiz past us without giving a second chance? Why don't things ever turn out the way you really want, or is it just that those memories carry on being engraved more profoundly? It doesn't matter now. Life has moved on and it has expected you to move on as well. It has been very bestial that it didn't slacken during those extraordinary moments and they just blew away. And here you are. Staring at the wide chasm before the mountain, blackened by the shadow of the clouds.
The shy sun. How long does glory last, or is it in your head only?
The music of winds, the ephemeral fluttering of leaves. Why do dreams just fade away?
The high mountain, tolerating the sunshine & rains for thousands of years & yet there. Why does life sometimes feel so stagnant?
The ever flowing river, hardly stopping for anyone. Why are we not able to keep on moving so easily?
The birds flying back to their nests after a day's hard-work. Why are we so easily distracted?
The parched cold desert, not a drop has fallen in ages. Why our expectations from others so high, for that matter even there at all?
The change of seasons, making the leaves fall from the trees and baring them naked, showing no mercy. Why do we love?
The vast ocean of snow, plain untouched. Where is the child which we were once?
Temptation is strong to just walk away into the wilderness. Why we just can't?
The cycle of sun, of air, of birds, all going round and round. Are we actually moving to deeper understanding of us, of life, or are we just too engaged superficially to keep doing mundane without giving a thought?
Too many questions at once. Nobody to answer or give a clue. Or do i sense a smile on the surface of that wave?
