A canopy of skies and hidden galaxies, magically robed in an ethereal glow, glittering over silent sands and seas of all hues, shining above us- the scattered kinds, seeking prayers… sustaining dreams… granting answers… And how I wish it all to be just and true…!!!
Parched thoughts rained hopelessly onto her diary pages… racing madly to keep its pace with the rich oasis of liveliness that once enriched these pages… “Madness”, I often thought; yet, her tear-stained words make me wonder “Isn’t this her hope?”
After all those wars that have wiped timelines, after all the bloodshed flooding our seas for epochs, the mysterious cosmos that decides our destiny brings in a notion to breathe life into me… As I breathe in life, I hear the spirits of yesteryears veiled beyond time whispering among constellations, of their aspirations for me. Naively, I stand bewildered, because I bear enigmatic dreams etched by the irrefutable destiny while mine wander about in hopes to tether itself to me…
Are heartaches so rare for us?? Nah, even the thought is so naive, for this is a world streaked with joys and sorrows; even bliss is incomplete unless sorrow complements it… I never did understand this conundrum but then, I’ve known life, still living on… So, when I see the glint of hope among cheerless clouds, I try, truly I do try to let in the warmth of endless hope within… to celebrate the coexistence of contradictions!!!