Precipitation, Droplets of Water Falling under the effect of Gravity from the water body called Clouds. This phenomenon is classified as Rains. Is it so simple? Is it just water?
Don’t know Why the thunder ignites the flashback engine, Why the dark clouds bring in loneliness realization?
The lightening seems to be the mockery of Gods on me, as if Zeus himself laughing and saying
“I gave you a Life to make a million Lifetimes, you buffoon slaughtered it with expectations, egos, ethics, values, dearness, foes, & greed.”;
Each drop a electron ion carrying with it the moments; When I expected and crash landed.. When I jumped to fly but found no wings, When I wanted to stand but found no ground. Every moment, When I was somebody and sometimes nobody but never Me. All those moments that I wanted to be; for I could never dedicate myself in the Endeavour.
Yet I find myself at peace when it rains, for I let it pierce through me. As if allowing it to wash away the leaves of the Gaya, which reside inside me holding the tender sections. Yet I find peace in thee for it seems to be the tears that I couldn’t shed, for times I could shout out loud, for times I couldn’t fight… The droplets, thunder, lightning seem to do that for me.
I walked a hundred miles without any ache, without a feeling of numbness..
It was meant to be, a journey that I was to embark on to reach the end of river, the opening into the sea, waiting for my dreams to take wings. Towards the end before the sea, I met a pack of Dolphins… who refilled me with life, their jitter and glitter reminded me of the times I use to have, the life I use to have before I started my journey. I smiled and thanked God everyday, Everyday I dozed off with a smile on my face. I was elated and happy to hang with the Bats see the world up side down if I had too; but like all good things of life suddenly Dolphins found new source, maybe I was dull maybe I was not energetic, or maybe I was not the same… or Vise-versa… I hope the Dolphin remembers me for I define my degree years in those three months…
The clocks run at the same pace but the time seems different… The sunshine is the same but the light seems different… The sea seems the same but the sailors are different…
In fond memories of mine you rest. Your smile, your face, your eyes, your tears define my life. Read the rest of this entry