I often wonder about the mystery surrounding our lives.
In such combative conditions of existence, in spite of deceit and tears in pain, how do we sense beauty. How do we feel the sense of solidarity. Is it because we sincerely want to paint our tomorrows bright .We borrow the colours from the bygone days and in the process they fade to sepia hues. We steal the colours from today for our journey to tomorrow.
Time is slipping away. The frozen existence has thawed and life no longer accumulates rust .Heart accepts all reasons, eye sees the bright sunshine and dewdrops and yet there is a haunting smile of emptiness. The emptiness stems from the wish to paint tomorrow with the perfect shades of blue and green and red .The emptiness stems from the fear of seeing a chronically out of tune piece of art. The emptiness stems from the desperate want to fly. The emptiness stems from the fear of an amicable termination
Clock is ticking away.
