Another Sunday is passing by, another day of another Week of another Month just flaws across and February is almost passing. Yet I’m still sitting in my balcony, just the same way I did last Sunday, I did last year, always…. Imprisoned by the striking beauty of what Mother Nature has created with final few rays of Sun. The golden yellow portrait of paddy fields, the golden tree tops… purple sky, queer darkness under the mango trees…My eyes …trying to seize every drop of it, before everything whither itself in the blue night.
“A love of Life” by Yaani flaws from somewhere far away….I‘d close my eyes let myself get drowned…. and wonder if I can preserve the beauty. However, I feel I do a poor job in capturing.
So I just close my eyes and allow the feelings flow through me. Dive in a failed attempt of trying to figure out what I feel... Maybe if I could know... Just know what I feel.Then suddenly somewhere from the sky you come and smile at me … … I want to hold on to you so much but you fade away like the Golden Sunshine did…I wonder why can’t you just stay... stay a little bit longer. I wonder... Just wonder maybe we could both sit here with hand in hand. I want so badly to preserve the moment, yet can’t stop it from fading away... I can’t stop you from shrinking away...
I open my eyes … in to the nothing but darkness... I wonder how darkness resembles the feelings your smile has left deep inside somewhere. I wonder at how I can relate... I want to write my evenings down for you, yet when I give it a go I feel I do a poor job of capturing. Or may be words do poor job of expressing? So I put down my pen and lean back … I close my eyes … melodies of Yaani filling the starry night … I hope that I would never have to open my eyes again .. Then maybe you would come… just once again … your sweet eyes would dawn on me and darkness would be wiped away.
