Another leisurely evening. I am lying here on my terrace with the diary in my hands, listening to my Ipod. The cacophonies of the world are being musk-ed by the melodious Westlife. Straight above me is the quarter moon struggling hard to spread its soothing light on me from behind the rapidly floating clouds, floating towards some unknown destination. I stare at the wretched clouds. Bizarre of thoughts are flooding my mind. I am looking at only a very small part of the vast universe above, which holds within itself the darkest eternal mysteries. Just like how the human soul is... full of unsolved mysteries.
Where are these clouds floating to? Why are they floating across me without showering on me? Looks like nature has allotted them some specific area pour upon. Just like how each one of us have come to this world with a specific purpose, to play a specific role. As Shakespeare had said that the world is but a stage and we are but actor playing our own parts.
Sometimes I wonder what my role is!!! The moon is trying to say something to me. As I stare at the moon, it seems to be moving through the clouds, trying to move away from me. What an illusion! Our life is full of such illusions, our minds are full of such illusions. When the clouds of misunderstandings fill our minds, a very close someone seems to be moving away from us. But what we fail to realize is, that the moon stays where it is, its just the clouds that are causing this delusion.
Often I wonder what this life is all about. For me it is like walking alone in a vast dry desert. Every-time I run towards an oasis, it turns out to be a mere mirage. We are all wanderers in the desert of life. Just that some find their oasis before the others, while some like me, wander forever, lonely and lost.
Where are these clouds floating to? Why are they floating across me without showering on me? Looks like nature has allotted them some specific area pour upon. Just like how each one of us have come to this world with a specific purpose, to play a specific role. As Shakespeare had said that the world is but a stage and we are but actor playing our own parts.
Sometimes I wonder what my role is!!! The moon is trying to say something to me. As I stare at the moon, it seems to be moving through the clouds, trying to move away from me. What an illusion! Our life is full of such illusions, our minds are full of such illusions. When the clouds of misunderstandings fill our minds, a very close someone seems to be moving away from us. But what we fail to realize is, that the moon stays where it is, its just the clouds that are causing this delusion.
Often I wonder what this life is all about. For me it is like walking alone in a vast dry desert. Every-time I run towards an oasis, it turns out to be a mere mirage. We are all wanderers in the desert of life. Just that some find their oasis before the others, while some like me, wander forever, lonely and lost.
