A beautiful day drawing to a languid evening. The Sun retiring behind a hill. Preparing itself to rise and illuminate some other part of the world.
She spins a web of fantasies and gets entangled in them,
Web working as a safety net, for all the adventures that stem.
From touring far away lands, exotic locations, soaking everything in,
Crystal clear water, rising mountains, flora and fauna that hearts win.
Oceans of gold and sky of silver, ships of clouds sailing over,
with treasures of stars, planets and moon seeming closer and closer.
Canyons, meandering rivers, volcanoes fuming smoke,
Sunrises and sunsets weaving fabulous lores of folk.
The world, a small place for her, fitting well into her collection of pictures.
A box full of photographs, a gallery filled with shares.
An ardent virtual traveller that she is, photos are her imagination’s fuel,
Threading pearls of memories together to form poetic jewels.
Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.
White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.
Coyly hiding within the descending dusk, ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.
To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while, only to re-emerge.
Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.
Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight, can hardly fathom the beholder’s immense delight.
Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.
Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain…till dusk again.
Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal
That time of year is here. Nostalgia personified. Time to count blessings, looking back and pondering what all happened. What all could not happen and what all could have happened.
As if it were just yesterday, the same day, the same time. Same flowers blooming, same migratory birds nesting, same temperature, rain, snow, chill in the air.
Like a flash it went by! Every wish sent to people, like it was written yesterday. The same parties, thankfully surrounded by the same people. Some new additions surprisingly seeming like old acquaintances. Same cheer in the atmosphere.
Same emotions wreaking havoc. The same homeless, cold people on the roads stirring deep emotions within the soul. Same sense of helplessness, restlessness and pain.
Same sense of joy and pride watching your children grow. Love, companionship amongst young and old in the family. Same sense of gain when a new member arrives in the family. The extreme sense of loss felt like a huge void, everytime remembering those lost.
Years passing by one at a time but like on a speedboat, zooming past. Memories merging into each other like a dream, senselessly mixing people , events from past and present together.
Like a joyride, rollercoaster years, same posts, photos, comments, likes on the social media. The decorated Christmas trees, the dancing , singing , drinking, New Year’s Eve parties. Identical situations yet…
The year is brand new, time lapsed, 12 months gone, countless breaths drawn. Mind absorbing pain and pleasure like a sponge. Countless moments lost, countless moments acquired. Bonds formed and broken, relationships strengthened, weakened.
The familiarity of “Sameness” embracing in comfort. The excitement of unknown giving sense of adventure. Family, friends giving love, hope and the strength to go on. Go on chasing time!
A huge amber in the making, fossilized resin with tree inside.
Tree resembling a twig, a leaf, branches resembling veins dried.
Precious gemstone waiting to be formed, valued priceless.
Adorning heirlooms of memories, to be passed on to generations.
But only the resin being the golden orange sunlight, but only the amber our world.
The heirloom a morning cherished and saved, in the locker of our hearts impearled.
Walking hand in hand towards rising hope, welcoming a new day.
On a road uncluttered and clear made of faith.
Cool, calm breeze ruffling the hair, could turn into a storm.
Reminding, urging to be one another’s pillar of strength.
Flowers of prosperity blooming, filling the heart with contentment.
Finding joy in each other’s company, feeling safe.
Street lights , the guiding lights, like the trust within.
For life will happen everyday if we have each other.