In the dark womb of night as stars sparkle mutely, I search for movement around. As cold wind caress my face loving the burden of clouds in sky that are too mischievous in hiding the sheen of moon and making his face contorted in dark blotches, I look a round the trees that concur with my pleasure of being caressed.
Life around in subdued in peace and mingled with nocturnal turbulence takes over. Insects buzzing, crickets chirping and fire flies creating their unending spectacle of flash dance, I rock myself on perennial pleasure of drowsiness.
It’s a night that I spent in the fields of a village sleeping atop a makeshift platform constructed in tree branches. The embers of night fire were dying as they radiated warmth towards my shivering self. The lap of nature is wider than any lap of mother or sweet heart.
A sweet song of an impatient bird so abrupt shook me awake from my own enticing comfort. Eye lids flipped in disorientation as they tried digesting the vista around. The nascent glow of shy sunrays warming western horizon and painting the sky in glowing gradient. I tucked myself snugly in to a blanket that took an oath to arrest warmth within myself and… I awaited the arrival of first few rays of light entered this world adventurously.
It’s not only me that sensed the new beginning. Birds, bees’ and flowers welcomed the natural shower of dew that freshen everything in an altruistic way. The souring spirits of their joy needed nourishment and they set out to pick tidbits of morsels that are always a gift from Mother Nature.
I always envy the simplicity of other living beings around. They born, they find food, they multiply, they fight or they die. They seem not to have the harmonious exterior of human beings that hath rotten interior in the name of ambition power and greed. On the other hand my implicit wisdom of being superior to these smaller things asks me to look at their pathetic battle to survive.
What a shallow and hollow complex???
The modernism that imitates nature in its conceptual stage and dominates it later, reducing its significance to posters on walls and pictures on screen savers, the greatest irony one can not discern even when its too obvious.
When I run away from everything that’s man made and make my senses sharp in what I perceive, I feel like an infant just stepped out of embryo. I try to fathom the fine balance between sights and sounds, smells and tastes and senses all together in a series of moments. They become seeds to germinate emotions in me ranging from pleasure to pain. The never ending cognition getting percolated though my comprehension crystallizes in to a canvas with equally beautiful strokes of colors, in competing nature around.
Rhythm of life as it runs in race with time is no different than the most common pattern of generation, survival and extinction, and an unending cycle there of.. Every aspect of human nature is similar to the real nature around. Stoic like mountain, placid like lake, fluid like rivers, majestic like oceans, pure like snow, dormant like a volcano, angry like a tornado, over powering like floods, heart broken like earth quakes, quagmires of evil intent and smiles like flowers.
I feel so content to realize that I am an ingredient of nature… a single stroke of color on the canvass of nature. I sore like a rainbow when my soul is drenched in sun dried happiness of rain and fade in to oblivion to receive the next emotion.
I feel fortunate to be born in this beautiful planet, the way this planet is so fortunate to be born in this universe.
(To lovely Maria Jasmine… An angel who is so patient to my charades and tirades…)
Life around in subdued in peace and mingled with nocturnal turbulence takes over. Insects buzzing, crickets chirping and fire flies creating their unending spectacle of flash dance, I rock myself on perennial pleasure of drowsiness.
It’s a night that I spent in the fields of a village sleeping atop a makeshift platform constructed in tree branches. The embers of night fire were dying as they radiated warmth towards my shivering self. The lap of nature is wider than any lap of mother or sweet heart.
A sweet song of an impatient bird so abrupt shook me awake from my own enticing comfort. Eye lids flipped in disorientation as they tried digesting the vista around. The nascent glow of shy sunrays warming western horizon and painting the sky in glowing gradient. I tucked myself snugly in to a blanket that took an oath to arrest warmth within myself and… I awaited the arrival of first few rays of light entered this world adventurously.
It’s not only me that sensed the new beginning. Birds, bees’ and flowers welcomed the natural shower of dew that freshen everything in an altruistic way. The souring spirits of their joy needed nourishment and they set out to pick tidbits of morsels that are always a gift from Mother Nature.
I always envy the simplicity of other living beings around. They born, they find food, they multiply, they fight or they die. They seem not to have the harmonious exterior of human beings that hath rotten interior in the name of ambition power and greed. On the other hand my implicit wisdom of being superior to these smaller things asks me to look at their pathetic battle to survive.
What a shallow and hollow complex???
The modernism that imitates nature in its conceptual stage and dominates it later, reducing its significance to posters on walls and pictures on screen savers, the greatest irony one can not discern even when its too obvious.
When I run away from everything that’s man made and make my senses sharp in what I perceive, I feel like an infant just stepped out of embryo. I try to fathom the fine balance between sights and sounds, smells and tastes and senses all together in a series of moments. They become seeds to germinate emotions in me ranging from pleasure to pain. The never ending cognition getting percolated though my comprehension crystallizes in to a canvas with equally beautiful strokes of colors, in competing nature around.
Rhythm of life as it runs in race with time is no different than the most common pattern of generation, survival and extinction, and an unending cycle there of.. Every aspect of human nature is similar to the real nature around. Stoic like mountain, placid like lake, fluid like rivers, majestic like oceans, pure like snow, dormant like a volcano, angry like a tornado, over powering like floods, heart broken like earth quakes, quagmires of evil intent and smiles like flowers.
I feel so content to realize that I am an ingredient of nature… a single stroke of color on the canvass of nature. I sore like a rainbow when my soul is drenched in sun dried happiness of rain and fade in to oblivion to receive the next emotion.
I feel fortunate to be born in this beautiful planet, the way this planet is so fortunate to be born in this universe.
(To lovely Maria Jasmine… An angel who is so patient to my charades and tirades…)
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