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”