Unaware of each other’s whereabouts,
a deep breath we take in solace.
The hymn of childhood takes us back
to our last autumn when we laughed.
Nothing is concealed from you.
The leaves have given away the color.
Everything stays still until a drizzle
and it sweeps off our pieces.
But you break your silence and
then time freezes for us.
“Ride as much or as little, as long or as short as you feel. But ride.”
The long endeavor journey is when we let ourselves free from the past and just live in the moment. And that is what I learned from my last summer vacation at the countryside. We all have our fears that stop us from enjoying the moment but how to beat all odds and how to choose to be happy is our choice. After a long time juggling between works, the urge to travel kicked off and the contentious energy still has a part in my soul.
On that beautiful scenic day, I stopped by the bridge to watch the water run. It contemplated me to look beyond my existence. Everything that falls apart ultimately comes back to us nevertheless, and a similar thing was with the green shades of the trees. Summers are the best times for the trees to look at their best. They are symbolized as abundance, strength and wisdom. The nurture we get from them is at par. That is why we should never underestimate the existence of anyone who stays still in our rough times. The greenish color reflection falling on the lake was appealing to my eyes. It was so soothing that I could have spent most of my day watching it. Nobody owns the nature but, it’s the gift it preserves for us and surprises us every time we look deep within. It is like a Great Perhaps!
After cycling in the scorching heat, I felt at peace under the trees’ shadow. The cycling has its importance. Not only it gives you freedom but, also helps you walk on the optimistic path. The pace of life is many textbooks is a metaphor of the wheel of the cycle. The more you pedal, the more you get to see things ahead of you. When I rode the cycle, it felt like the fears and worries are set free, and the best thing was the perspective. The music on Soundcloud had less depth than the chirping sound of birds. The enthusiasm to nod my head and feel the air was unexplainable. The spirit to go ahead and discover a new world, new innings is what I look forward.
There is so much for me to acknowledge not only in this trip but, in the life too. That beautiful day is still fresh in my memory. The mistakes we do should be corrected, and the lesson we learn from them has an impact on our lives. Like the tree which is forgotten after the summer season is a mistake. Like the lake which no longer reflects after summer is a mistake. Like not riding the cycle in fear of falling is a mistake. Sometimes it will be worth it if we start to look beyond our existence. Like I did!
The cold winds have left her
new blonde hair witness
the drift in the heart
is more than the furled dress.
The trepidation of losing the
illusion that she resisted
for a long while
was no longer a clandestine.
At last, when she decided to
throw the caution to the wind
and whispered it
with her hair in the air,
she longed to not be left in chagrin.
Alas! The love was deaf to her words
and was out of her hair
in the moment she waved.
The dilemma to be stable is never-ending.
But, the pivot never allows.
Some of the days are high and others are low.
When the ends are in the air,
the weigh of facing the disappointment
catches me down.
Why is this not reversible?
Even after being on the land, I don’t belong here.
Attaining balance has never been a goal,
but an unfulfilled dream.
And despite of over-thinking on stopping the clink,
I have never fixed the pivot, probably I never will.
But, the courage to lift the possibilities
and maintaining fulcrum is now part and parcel of life,
which shall not be ignored.
There is a world exists amongst all of us,
the palette full of color
with shades of memories that outshine us.
The hoots that actuate the neurons to
enact back the act.
Adrenaline rush to live everything at once,
and never stopping like the chimes.
The propensity of the soul to accept
everything yet nothing.
The world full of dreams with zephyr
arousing our mind to implore the best
That exists nowhere but within us.