Minds Eye Of Life

  I woke up again In the dead of the night, Thoughtless and blank, I was lying on the mat, Starring at the green roof, Trying to find answers, To questions unknown. There was noise amidst the silence, Tiny rain drops hitting the roof, And then trickling down to the ground, It was some strange music, Being composed by nature in the darkness.

I got up from my seat and screamed for no reason, “It’s time to head back to the village.” It was one of those random outbursts I usually have in office and my colleagues I assume are rather used to it now. And then there was small huddle and discussions followed as to how demeaning life seems to be these days. Everyone jumped from one topic to another and then it was time to head home.

Photo Credit:  https://www.facebook.com/vinay.cygnus I t’s one of those cold nights when you sit in silence. Sit there on a rocking chair, with a glass of wine by the fire. Sit there, starring at the Orange-Red-Yellow flame in silence. You sit alone with no intent to do anything, but just to enjoy that moment.  Imagination is a wild power; a well controlled one can be wondrous. Sometimes it helps to be in the shadow of imagination. Letting you explore thoughts which others may term impractical.  Back to the rocking chair and the warm fire. May be a gathering of like minded around the fireplace would make it even more interesting. Thoughts being exchanged or may be travelling together down the memory lane.  It’s in moments like these that you miss your friends. Few of those people who mean so much to you. The bond is not that of blood but those of trust and kindness. The ones who always called a spade a spade and you never minded their bluntness.  M...

If it was to be my last night tonight, Will I regret for the mistakes of life. Wonder why should I? No remorse, no regrets for days gone by, I had to commit them to know what is right. It has never been all about sad and bruised memories, Have had the good times too, Some silly, some trivial and many unforgettable, It has always been a mix of distinct occasions, All that remains now is happy memories. Strangers I met became friends for life, Friends I had became strangers for life. On most days, walked the path with love by my side, On other days it was just me and myself. Lonely I have been many a times, Walking alone on a crowded street, Sipping beer alone on a packed beach, And then there were days I was one amongst the crowd, Laughing aloud on witty jokes with friends around. Life never stopped, I moved along, Never caring that there would be an end after all, Tonight sitting in silence I ask myself, If it was to be my last ...

I stood on the shores starring at the sun, It looked beautiful and calm in golden yellow. Looking at it I wondered aloud, Why does it hide behind the gloomy white cloud? Everyone loves the twinkling stars, Every poet romanticizes the beauty of moon, Wonder why no one adores the shinning sun? Imagine a day when sun was not to rise, World would be dark, filled with lies. Glittering sun is worthy as gold, Its beauty is unrivaled and bold. So hail the prince in golden yellow, He sure is a charming fellow.

The moon is half lit tonight, It’s dark, yet it’s bright. The stars seem to have disappeared, The night is beautiful yet weird. And then I see the devil of dark cloud, Eclipse the moon in the sky. The window of shine has closed its doors, But I know the moon will again shine. There is silence around, Yet I can sense the music in air. This isn’t the music to be heard by the ears, But it’s the one to be felt by thy heart. The beauty of this night is unforgettable, And it’s now captured in my mind. I know it’s not just my imagination, For another night like this would be hard to find. - VJ