After a weary day as I walk back in the fading sunlight I close my eyes and hold my breath ...and I can feel it.
Far away in the realm of the unknown I can feel the warmth of the lamp that’s just been lit and placed on the window sill. I open my eyes and I can see the flickering light of the lamp at a distance. My feet sense a strange energy as I start approaching the light. My heart warms up with the joy of homecoming.
Now I’m closer and I can feel the touch of the early evening dew on the grass. Like a thirsty traveller my heat parched feet drink it all up and rejoice in contentment. I look up and in a sky sparsed with white tufts of woolly clouds I see the moon... clear and bright. Far off the hills cover themselves with a blanket of darkness and go to sleep... dark giants... gentle and lazy.
The air is bathed in the sweet aroma of the evening flowers freshly bloomed and full of youthful vigour. The cricket rattles off a busy song as if it woke up suddenly to find that it was already too late for riyaaz. As the gentle breeze brings on its wings the evening mist I close my eyes...
I open my eyes and I see concrete mammoths all around me. I shudder and look up...the moon’s gone and the sky is a mix of a sickly neon and halogen. A screaming mass of metal rushes past me honking madly. The air is still and heavy with the stench of the rotting mass that lay by the roadside. I am scared and I want to run away... but all around me I see an ocean of artificial lights. And amidst this I see people... but they are not alive. They walk in a deathly stupor and with a predestined motion. And I realise that I too am a part of this. A cog in this gigantic wheel of illusion.
And yet the heart is unconquered. It still beats in a silent protest and I realise that all is not lost... all is never lost. My far away land in the realm of the unknown is ...just a blink away...
Far away in the realm of the unknown I can feel the warmth of the lamp that’s just been lit and placed on the window sill. I open my eyes and I can see the flickering light of the lamp at a distance. My feet sense a strange energy as I start approaching the light. My heart warms up with the joy of homecoming.
Now I’m closer and I can feel the touch of the early evening dew on the grass. Like a thirsty traveller my heat parched feet drink it all up and rejoice in contentment. I look up and in a sky sparsed with white tufts of woolly clouds I see the moon... clear and bright. Far off the hills cover themselves with a blanket of darkness and go to sleep... dark giants... gentle and lazy.
The air is bathed in the sweet aroma of the evening flowers freshly bloomed and full of youthful vigour. The cricket rattles off a busy song as if it woke up suddenly to find that it was already too late for riyaaz. As the gentle breeze brings on its wings the evening mist I close my eyes...
I open my eyes and I see concrete mammoths all around me. I shudder and look up...the moon’s gone and the sky is a mix of a sickly neon and halogen. A screaming mass of metal rushes past me honking madly. The air is still and heavy with the stench of the rotting mass that lay by the roadside. I am scared and I want to run away... but all around me I see an ocean of artificial lights. And amidst this I see people... but they are not alive. They walk in a deathly stupor and with a predestined motion. And I realise that I too am a part of this. A cog in this gigantic wheel of illusion.
And yet the heart is unconquered. It still beats in a silent protest and I realise that all is not lost... all is never lost. My far away land in the realm of the unknown is ...just a blink away...
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good one... :)
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