COLOURS OF THE SKY


Its evening time and he walked down the street that went straight to the sandy shores. The hustle bustle of the town nearly fades away as the street bends around the edges and moves towards the golden beach.The crowd too starts disappearing as the road moves on.

Rarely do people  walk across this road for everyone is busy in their fight for survival.

People having families sometimes occasionally drop in there,for the sake of their children who like to run and build castles in the sands.

He ran his fingers through his soft hair and walked on gazing at the serene atmosphere and the sky which showed reflections of thousands of colours that he never saw before.Was it the sky that was giving him an indication or was he been open to the vibrations now?

It was a mystery.

It always is.Nature at every step gives us an indication of the happenings that are going to affect our lives,be it good or bad.Its just a way of providing hint from the invisible one to us,the ones who always believe the things visible or seen.

For some even feelings and emotions shouldn’t matter too ,as they are not seen but just felt. Human mind always has the reasoning ready to defend the poorly conceived ego held   inside just to satisfy the hunger of being superior or important.

As he stepped in the sands of the quiet shore, a sudden feeling of calmness grasped him.Never had he felt so relaxed and soothing . The touch of the beautiful sensation of the golden particles made him smile unknowingly at nothing. He didn’t care of what the people around him were thinking or saying. He just went on…slowly into the waters that came in form  of gentle waves to touch and kiss the shore.

So pure and selfless they looked,rising falling over the sea,reaching the shore after bridging the long distance of the sea ..and then simply touching and returning back from the shores without grumbling.As if it was their work to be endlessly in the cycle of such a game.

The sun had set now and the moon with the galaxy of stars had stepped in.The sky looked amazing and the view very enchanting.Nevertheless,he had never noticed such a moment in his whole life with such focus and observation.He again smiled back ,this time engulfing the fresh breath of air around him as if rejuvenating his mind and soul..

The next morning he got up unlike the rest of the days,early and on sunrise.With a fresh zeal of enthusiasm and smile on his face and in his heart, he started the day with full passion.

Every stress and tension that had swallowed his peace of mind had vanished and he could see the colours of the sky more clearly than ever.

PATTERN OF LIVING


 
Patterns of living  ,intricate with beautiful mesh,
delicate framework,often mismanaged,
 virtues virtuous a way to disentangle,
Which cannot be taught or won by wars,
they are the blessings graced by the one Ultimate…
 
 
Experiencing the inflicting nostalgia within,
when the heart feels these virtues apart,
the doors of light open ajar,
with realization enlightening the dark…
 
 
Schools and discourses cannot teach,
the path to be traversed on,
these are just instruments to our  cognizance
Of great fragrances which exist in the Universe…
 
 

When away from all egos and logical storm,
clouds of ignorance enwrap your soul,
suffocated by world’s treacherous forms ,
 starving for the truth eternal,
when they touch a mountain figure of god head,
sublimate and condense
showering drops of ecstasy…
with eternal bliss within.