Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Lost words found again!

Often, there comes a spell, like passing clouds in a sky.
These moments, how they call emphatically.
For they define, though only for a moment, a state of being.

When the dust settles, one discerns that times have changed,
and life is anew. It is, perhaps, in such passing that
journeys begin, and dreams are forged.

All of life is an endeavour to see afresh, joyful hope to seek
and comprehend. Many moons shall pass, and so will those sights.
Only perspectives change leaving realities untainted.

Wanderers we are, of ephemeral nature.
In our moments we shall only accomplish rapture.
It is to ourselves that we shall bring wonder,
should our minds be a passage to the inner.

12 comments:

  1. I like your attempt to find meanings in a meaningless journey.

    Destination Infinity

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    1. To me there are no journeys that are meaningless. And so, i believe that journeys become meaningless only upon death

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  2. this is lovely and so inspirational!

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    1. Thank you so much. I'm glad you find it inspiring

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  3. Beautifully captured the interim of nature!

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  4. Fine lines Rakesh, only a dreamer without avarice knows exactly what you mean.

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    1. Thank you so much, Siraj. I'm, in the depth of my core, a dreamer. Like Lennon said 'you may say i'm a dreamer, but i'm not the only one.' :-)

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