Love

I begin to write and yet words do not suffice. I begin to think and yet thoughts are limitless. I try to bind these feelings yet they control me and not otherwise. I begin to search the realms of the soul and find myself in a labyrinth beyond understanding. I plunge into the ocean and find depths unimaginable. I look at myself to find I do not know who I am. The journey of a few steps yet has thousands of miles to go. I try to understand this pain and know it will not end till lead completely turns to gold. I sometimes whisper to myself words of solace and comfort. And then I scream when the journey seems too hard. I speak but thousands of words everyday and yet with words meant to be said, I remain silent. Silence, I find, is more powerful than many words said. I begin to fathom distance and yet I know it's relativity is all in the mind. I treasure moments so complete one could lock them in time and own them as one's most prized possessions. And then others so empty, one doubts one's own existence. I hear the song of the brooks. My heart dances to the melodies of the raindrops. I feel the dewy grass under my bare feet and the winds playing with my hair. I glance at the trees and feel they truly understand me. Without a single word said, they know. I let tears tell their own tale. And yet I smile because I know no other journey will complete me so.  

Walking in the rain

Today, I actually 'walked in the rain'. (Although my soul was surely dancing). I walked without fear of catching a cold. I let the cold wind seep deep into my bones and I let the raindrops wet my soul. I smiled with joy. I felt I was part of the clouds that flew past so freely. I could feel the trees and flowers dancing and singing with me as they bathed themselves in one of the last winter rains. They must know the seasons better than us. They experience them more closely than us. We are afraid of the seasons. We hide. We are afraid of feeling them fully. We are afraid of soaking the soul. But the trees despite their roots, could enjoy the dance of joy...they could enjoy the freedom of living without being judged or labelled.

I pondered over life, its frailties, its uncertainities and its unpredictability. I beamed in the honour of called 'Insane'. At least I have the courage to be true to myself...true to my soul. At least I have the courage to accept the truths that come banging into your face sometimes beautifully but sometimes more harshly. What is life but an attempt at understanding ourselves. To see ourselves unfold like the petals of a rose...gradually petal by petal, we let the fragrance of the rose guide us to the center of our beings...the center of our soul. The most beautiful and tranquil place. We learn to be completely unbiased and not judgemental. We learn to love in its purest form. We learn to fly. We learn to understand the flow of the wind and the water. We can hear the tranquil flow of water as it beautifully flows in a stream. We can hear and feel the beauty of the bird's song, that sings so serenly a lonesome song.