Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Last song of the Season


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”

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