sitting on the roof, watching the sun beautifully disappearing, making its farewell, with all those colors and clouds and birds and their chirpings, as beautiful as if never rising the same again. well, it's true, the sun is new and fresh every day and so, our life should be. with every new ray of the sun, it should bring new enthusiasm and hope, not only to survive but to live, to laugh.
So, going back to the scenario, as I was sitting, watching the sun, relentlessly flowing with the wave of thoughts and arguments and imaginations, all making the chaotic maze, while me, trying to catch one of them, gets distracted by the another and the maze goes on. but after some time, amidst this maze, I found the eye of my cyclone and started digging deep into it. there I found a voice, saying -
"often I think, of taking a walk, a walk of miles of long un-ended roads, of long unbothered talks.
often I think, of flying so high, seeing beauty, from those, millions of tiny eyes.
often I think, where to end, but what, is it really the end, or some new beginning, or some new trend!
often I think, to sit, and escape, altogether, to hills, to long stretched fields, to sound and sleep, under those long beautiful trees.
often I think, for those winds, to stop, rest and manipulate, those beings, humans, to be straight, show them, the beauty of life, altogether, making them, bait to death.
often I think, of those, who cares, who shares, those who reaps, and those who sows, are they even true or some illusion!
often I think, where I am going, where I have started, where I am, where I have reached, but wait, let there be no questions, no answers, no doubts, no queries, just me, rolling around, with the mind, to contemplate.
so wish me luck, for upcoming thoughts, for ships to board, for heights to catch, for depths to scratch, for encountering strange, for breaking the impounding fence.
and so I may face the true and authentic, with no excuses to make or to stay back, but to be awake and wise and awake β¦ "
stretching the horizon of minds, these words are not mere words they are the empowering souls making their place in the universe through words, weaved beautifully into the world of POEMS.
