A friend sent me this photograph.The most striking thing about it was, though it was a photograph it looked like a painting. The buildings were reflecting the colours of the setting Sun in a surreal way, one of them turning almost blood red.The skyscrapers looked like people with their arms up trying to hold the sky.I did not have to write the poem, it came to me.
Like Atlas, they stand tall, holding the sky with their arms.
Like giant chameleons, they change colours, from dawn till dusk with dancing shadows.
Like diamonds, they glitter,in the neckline of Hudson.
Like warriors, they hold their ground , no matter how the weather.
Winter, Summer, Spring , fall; they have seen everything and suffered all.
Clustered together like spears of Gods, are the skyscrapers of New York.
Lovers promise the Sun, the Moon and the Stars; eternal love; lifelong commitment. Love elevates a person to superhuman capacities, turning mediocrity into excellence in their hearts and minds. Expectations rise, heart swells with faith in another person more than one believes in themselves. The world shrinks into a very small bubble with just the two of them.
But…can one actually promise anything to anybody when they themselves do not know, what is waiting for them in future? Can one really promise to keep one happy when they themselves don’t know what makes them happy?
Still ,we defy nature and make promises, promises for the future. Future,which is as unpredictable as life, forgetting the need to believe in today, this very moment, present which is as true and predictable as death itself.
When we love someone, it is not promises for the future that count or are believable .It is “this moment” “right now” what matters and as time passes, promises have to be extended, kept and renewed every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month ,every year and years to come.
Yes! It is neither easy nor a bed of roses.As tiring as it might sound and feel, that is what a promise means.It is a job which needs one’ s attention, focus,every breath every moment for the rest of one’ s life. A herculean task? True! That is what love is all about, one true moment at a time.
Photography Credits Go To Shalini Prasad
Eyes are the windows to the soul. People learn to control their emotions as they grow older and mature. Different experiences of their lives teach them to keep their feelings, language, behavior and facial expressions in check yet one look at the eyes and the beans are spilled. How difficult it is, to camouflage the laughter that does not reach the eyes, the pain that reflects in the eyes, the joy which spills from the eyes, the desire which burns in the eyes and the maturity and knowledge obvious in the eyes that demands respect. Hate someone and no degree of politeness can mask the hatred in the eyes, love someone and nothing in the world can mask the way you look at “The One”.
The setting Sun sets ablaze the trees;diving into the horizon, splashing evening in its wake.
Fire in the sky douses from red to orange, orange to pink, pink to purple; finally a midnight blue.
Twilight waits patiently for the Moon to rise;for the silver fingers will caress it to sleep tonight.
Lady night descends gracefully in her dress, jet black;stars sparkling like sequins in her gown.
Owls hoot, crickets sing, fireflies dance ,decorating the trees; it’s time for nocturnal glee.
Moon shoots up, turning oceans into liquid silver;irresistible to its pull, tides rise to kiss the moonlight.
Calm engulfs, living sleep; while dawn breaks the silence with chirping of birds.
Horizon sets ablaze, sky catches fire; oceans bleed red, reflecting the ball of fire.