Have you ever noticed the pageantry of the setting sun?
I have seen it follow me all orange and big racing along as I eye it from a moving bus/train/auto.
I have tried to catch the last of it as it lazily snuggles behind the cold mountains and I try to still feel the warmth in the receding light.
I have seen it; in all its majestic glory descend into the thirsty expanse of the blue waters. The golden rays gurgling and playing with different hues on the palette of the ocean.
And today I made the sun just disappear flat out...
It was this little cloudy and hazy sky and the setting sun looked like this meek boy you could look right across in his eyes. It was faint but still held on to his well rounded form. I took off my eyes and meandered a while in a conversation. It’s a strange conversation where you are all but searching for words- the few words, the few glances and the hanging pauses before you know you have to say goodbye. You glance periodically at the cruel timekeeper; it was 6:30 pm. I look into the treasure trove of yester day’s and yester years to fish out a conversation. For all my efforts I am back to looking at the moving hands at 6:35pm. I didn’t fare well but a conversation is a two way effort so my friend why don’t you push the cart for a while and I’ll pitch in just as you want.
It’s no good ever ..you lose it quarter way or inch somehow midway then fade out. And fade out we did, and the only thing to rest my eyes upon was this faint little sun in the sky; almost scooped up by the arrogant clouds. It was 6:54pm and I was stalking the sun watching its every move. And then I made the sun disappear, it faded right before my eyes...
Ah what an emotional fool to believe that I could make the sun to disappear..
Perhaps you can make the sun to disappear at times. And then your only hope is that perhaps protected by the looming shadows the conversation still carries on uninterrupted in an unknown world, while we walk into the daylight of the world as we know it.
Perhaps you can make the sun to disappear at times. And then your only hope is that perhaps protected by the looming shadows the conversation still carries on uninterrupted in an unknown world, while we walk into the daylight of the world as we know it.
Simply put it’s not easy for me to say goodbye!
Beautiful words there - "Protected by the looming shadows the conversation still lingers on uninterrupted in an unknown world".
ReplyDeleteAn unknown world made by you
to escape the misgivings of the past,
to bring back memories into the present,
to find people you have lost,
to speak what you never spoke,
to fill noise with silence,
silence with words,
words with smiles
and smiles with hugs.
Why is it we always find the path to that unknown world is easier than the path back into reality?
That's a deep thought..the make-belief and the reality are always starkly different.
ReplyDeleteA similar theme was explored in a book i read,it talked about parallel universe where the alternate reality lives. The writer embarks on a fictional journey to meet all his alter-selves living the 'other' choices of his life. I guess this idea stayed with me when I wrote this blog.