Sunday, 22 February 2015
Solitary Sound
The Midnight came with the beautiful solitary sound of a lone flute.
As the moon shyly appeared on the velvety blue firmament.
With a promise of cumulus clouds, but I so love clouds.
The leaves on the trees dancing in the breeze as soft as the touch of he.
Glancing here about's as if in a fairyland's we'll be.
Forever framed in a dream.
A dream of peace of understanding a dream of love.
Moments like these are rare, rare indeed
Like precious elements grains of sand,
Like a momentous explosion fusing together, like an infusion of love.
The rhythm set by nature is all that's needed day and night, night and day
But we're always in a rush..no time to stand and stare.
Running running around like demented soulless beings.
Please stand still for I am looking at you, no one listens no one hears.
No one understands the meaning of those undecipherable words, and so the journey goes on.
For we are on a journey, of a journey of discovery.
As the train pulls away sounding its whistle, letting them know we're on our way
Faces familiar faces some unknown
Some unfamiliar faces telling their own stories
And some in muted silence..
The magic journey going through darkness and light
Through different time zones as it arrives, to a sudden halt,
To the loneliness place on earth, that station was..
But I am no one special..yet am someone..
Must be somewhere nowhere in search of a different meaning of life and love..
As the train came to a sudden halt, that's precisely how it started again..
Suddenly we got moving again.
Without any warning, the sky's opened its floodgates,
An almighty clap of thunder fork lightning shook the whole earth
As if it's tumbling on its own axis..
Particles fragmentations of a primitive naked earth.
In its ageless light the moon and stars above.
There's always a meaning to unanswered questions being written someplace somewhere
Like the words of Tagore, this is the first of many,
When a new soul is being born..
Who are you they asked, no answer came..
As the years passed on the last day of the last sun..still asking the question
Who are you?
There was no answer.
There never would be..
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