This last
evening, as the season ends
And the
sunrays retreat from the sky
I think of
the grapes who are dreaming to become wine someday
When the
clouds pass by the window of your room
And as you
look beyond, everything seems to pause for a moment
I think of
the sharp arrow of time which pierces our hearts every now and then
Tomorrow
when morning sun arrives
And we
realize everything is same but yet different
I think of
the life counseling ‘spider’ gave to ‘suicidal fly’
The
whalebone which I wear on my neck dreams of the blue ocean
The tiger
claw charm on my wrist digs deep to quench its thirst
My memory of
you is my privilege and my peace
“There
are thousand places we won’t visit
Many things we will not know
A
lot of faces we won’t see
Myriad
emotions we won’t show
We
have one life, an infinitesimal fraction of time
To understand whole eternity
Amongst
zillion possibilities, we have only one story to follow
Never
knowing how it unfolds”
