As quietly the RADIANCE OF moon PEEPED FROM THE DARK CLOUDS , it was an introspective moment….
The day was full of mundane activities, when chaotic rumbles of noisy surroundings had deafened my ears and thoughts were in a turmoil.
We yearn for silence: each beat of heart counts and tries to camouflage this desire by masks pulled over their faces by societal pressure or hypocritical nomenclature.
Falsity, ego, masks of indifference, inhumaneness, snobbish attitudes, superiority complex, haughtiness…where does all this lead to ? Why the need to mask ourselves every moment, that one tends to forget the real self?
The innocence and simplicity of childhood , the purity of thoughts and true expressions of feelings are all lost somewhere in the storm of desert where people are running after mirage and forgetting the path to the oasis of life.
The resting soul in repose
Which often forget to connect
Then begins the process of initiation
Where we find happiness inside
And seek the divine grace
Years or times unlimited it takes
yet an ephemeral moment can ignite and build the path
to attain consciousness
Whether by cuddling in a corner of home or strolling beside an unknown path which randomly travels to the outskirts of a city, the yearning heart finds solace in quietness of lingering music of breeze or in the rustling of trees or in the moving clouds ,even in dancing waves of a sea. The majestic mountains or even the meadows which run along the hills of freshly emerged greenery embrace us with their quietness.
will it not?
the roadway to the final destination
would carry the fragrance of
soil... dried leaves and the sweat along?
will it spread the nostalgia of sojourn
while the swaying branch bends to
brush the tresses
Will the dust speak of the crimson sunset
floating in the air
or of the wading birds bidding adieu
to lakes and pollen of distant flowers
will the anchor of sail...sing tale
of rough weathers
or the vessel explain the trembles of
would the altar of purpose...
reverberate nuances of the voyage
Breathe then... inhale the redolence ;
...like a feather this
will vanish forever...lost,
in the treading soil
of the travel...