at times....

“Time sometimes seems to fly
and we learn to run by
Lest we get left behind…”

“…and when everything seems haphazard
the mind then reduces to a blizzard
Yet, we learn to sport a smile,
and when confronted, say - hey, I’m fine!”


There are times when a zillion things seem to run about in one’s head. Yet, there’s some sort of an empty feeling, the feeling of vacuum, as if the mind is completely blank. The swaying of the leaves in the light breeze, the flight of birds in the high skies…all that simply goes unnoticed. The hot coffee turns cold, the rain ceases to pour, amidst which, all that is recalled is staring out into the vast openness.
Sleep refuses to make way for the tired self, because all that the mind yearns to do is gaze into the still of the cold night, into the huge arena we call the skies, as though in search of an angel to come down and kiss you goodnight.
The angels do come; they take the form of rain. The rain washes away the dirt, and appears to take with it what’s hurt. The Sun shines back and the smile returns. On similar lines that there is nothing equal to nature’s fury, there’s nothing comparable to nature’s warmth either!