It is drizzling outside..thick clouds are rowing across the piece of sky above us and roaring softly like how I tell bedtime story of a lion and his kingdom to my son,hovering just above me, sensing the deep inner peace I am trying to acquire,snatching myself from my own monotony for a few minutes I have. The mini forest of eucalyptus and neem , just next to my balcony is drenching quietly soaking my thoughts into their shivering leaves and nodding branches.
What do I see now for those few mini seconds I blink my eyes? Where do I feel to be….who do I hold hands? What's around me ,music or murmuring breeze or just void silence?
I am sitting on an unknown beach of Neil Island,my feet dipped into the transparent salty water of unusually quiet Andaman sea. Watching little seashells and crabs exchanging greetings on their arrival to the golden sand.The colony of coral reefs are hallucinating me of the fairy tale kingdoms and their old abondoned forts.
I am in a bus, driving through the desert of Negev in a moonlit night. Silver and black, windy and cold like steel, enough to freeze the soul,my sleepless eyes following the stars but fails to the speeding bus. I left the Mediterranean, that is far behind now.
I am crying silently, without a reason,when it started raining in the Western Ghats...the rainwater washing down the stones and pebbles they laid the road with..no human being near my proximity..but hornbill sitting on that jackfruit tree is crying too.
I am standing in the Sam sand dunes in Jaisalmer , watching the sand dunes changing their shapes with harsh winds while sun is setting promising a dark cold night at desert. The shadow of mine and him and our camel expanding prominently and saying a goodbye before disappearing to the darkness.
I am watching the people meditating at Arvind Ashram in Pondicherry, questioning the history what made the fierce freedom fighter to find his inner peace at this place,by the Bay of Bengal and how thousands of soul reaching here year after year for the same purpose. In search of the inner peace. More I get, more I lust for...more I lust for,more I loose..more I loose ,more I fear...more I fear,more I go far from the peace. I am stirred in the room,where I see hundredsof soul finding their answers.
I am walking by the shore of Red sea, thinking when the crimson sunlight will reflect on the water from the mountain range across, transforming this crystal blue water to be red..the seabed where I was swimming a while back,the depth of the sea,the amazing kingdom living their a life of eutopia ..how they are unaware of surface.
I am waking up in our Innova. I am in Himachal. Snowing has stopped last night, leaving the pine trees standing tall with the Santa Claus white beard and gloves. The gorgeous sun waking up the valley as precious golden green richness and sometimes pale yellow roughness. I can hear the morning prayer from Monasteries.
I am listening to Arabian sea in monsoon. The heavy cloud have made the rogue look grey and sometimes like a used color pallet, messy ,stained,dark. Sometimes it's Goa, sometimes it's Kerala but its bold, strong, wild every time. Banging on the rocky cliffs with old grudge, making me realise how weak,small, unimaginable molecularly small is my existence.
And I stopped breathing for a while. I need to soar the sky, but the rain isn't stopping. My mind is full of clutter, and soul is strained behind these walls. Even a monsoon couldn't drench me now.
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