In your life,you're mad
In your car,you're sad,
O'you're taller,I've found,
Hold your fire course,
O'you are fallen out,
Go and sow your courses....
Bedtime can be a perfect time for one's self realisation.The journey we undergo everyday and the hope that things will be fine during our next wake up is in itself a blessing.
As the hustle of a tough day see its dusk,the demands of my supporting body parts were met with a stretched body lying on the cot with the window view of a thunderous rainy night.An aroma of mixed flavour enthralled my nostrils with a pleasant sight.The sight of the lightening crossing across my window;the blackened sky appeared as if it is bleeding white along its mid vein.BEAUTIFUL...
The sound of music with a 'plop' flashing of rain water running into the gutter was more pleasing than other rampant elctronicas.Above all these were the thunderous dancing which jolted my bed now and then.The well lit lady love sky showered my window sill with a fragrance of innocence.Most often wondering about the patterns of life, still, did my eyes fall on those two beings amidst the 'plop' 'plop' of the running water. My lessons in wildlife were weak so I wasn't able to interpret what was it except that they were from the family of Aves(Birds).Pleasingly they were sitting on the compound wall ,happily exchanging affection by all sorts of body signs.This is Nature and you feel connected to it only when you enjoy its voices.
I wished I watch the milky painted sky vividly and I thought I should make my move to the terrace.By the time I made a 'cat like' walk to open the main door without the slightest noise, the widely poring sky started to narrow her eyes and drizzled only with a mild smile."Take an umbrella" said my mom. Nevertheless, the instruction was ignored with an "Ok Amma" answer and I moved to the terrace. Perhaps,I was involved much about learning the nature these days rather than enjoying it.The pseudo limitations engulfed upon myself vanished when I reached the terrace.
Little did I care about the rest of the world when the mildest wind started its uproar over my body with a gentle kiss on my eyes.That was the kiss from mother Nature.A kiss that transcends you.Later when I jolted down my memories I realised that the best part of my life was those with that of nature.The birds which I saw earlier outside my room flew over the antenna with a screeching sound.I assumed they were happy and wish the sinusoidal mindset of mine be fixed to that gentle kiss.The drizzle slowly dried away my worries and back there I saw the path so far travelled under the cloudy sky.By the time I started to laugh at myself over the failures, the dark cloud up above the sky moved away to some other place to provide that enlightened feeling to some other soul living in the near by town.
I just remembered those days when the connection of each men with nature was so strong.We call them Childhood and in the 'rat race' of life very often do we get alluded by monumental appraisal rather than the nature.Amidst the hifi apartments and the 'Jio' world of augmented reality, lies the Nature with her smiling face shrinking inch by inch.Little do men know about the connection between his style of living and the "shrinking" smile of nature.A paid moon lit dinner and a paid under tree nap have now easily become the pseudo ecstatic way of civilised living.Synthetic coconuts with a "selfie twitterati" have become the "Go green" code of 21st century.Beyond political agreements and corporation road pitfalls, I realised, the mind of mine failed to look the "half filled" glass with an optimistic attitude.Only after having gained sleepless nights of 'hot summer' in Chennai, did I vow to make less use of plastics and synthetic items.
However, though a little late but never lately realisation this year ended in a "Green Diwali" by planting a dozen saplings near my residence. Understanding that "Nature" and I are not in a live in relationship where no strings attached ,made my little mind to vouch for an ever bonding commitment.Keep smiling and stay connected-My dear nature.



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