Desiderata..!

Standing on the terrace, taking in the beauty that’s spread all around, I feel overwhelmed…

I look at the stupendous sunset and there’s a feeling of closeness, as if that field of vision is just within a palm’s reach, as if as soon as I will approach it…it will come and snuggle into my palm, as if it’s just waiting for someone who would preserve it’s gleam for a while, bring it to a halt…and hide it from this cruel world, as if even it does need someone to snuggle into…

Maybe I could give it the love it craves for….Maybe just a little devotion is all it needs…Maybe even it strives to reach me as hard as I strive to reach it. Umm….maybe the longing is mutual….

As I stare at the sun setting at the horizon…all my pain is gone, my anxiety has vanished…I feel content…I feel satisfied…as if the world is eventually treating me fairly. Dreamily, I try to set off my gaze but my soul resists…resists to get back into that topsy-turvy world…resists to return into that sea of expectations and limits…

That scenic beauty goes right through my eyes to unite with my soul…to heal it a bit and maybe to get a bit healed itself…

This purity that the soul beholds….deserves to be treated with the captivating sight of sunset….deserves to be cured….deserves to be revived……

I feel this is how it was meant to be…this is how our soul was destined to get along with the physical life without being devastated and shattered. I feel this love that Nature offers us every now and then, by different means-by sunset, for instance-is just a process to revive and purify the soul. Some unspoken law of Universe, maybe.

Gazing at the same sunset from a bridge…I observe the golden pearls, shed down by the sun, on the water surface….enlightening each drop of the river. It feels surreal. It often seems to be the pixie dust to me….the blessed pixie dust that rests on surface till the fairies arrive, after the sunset so that no one could spot them, and retrieve it from each and every droplet. I love to think of the sunset as a source of the golden dust which can, in a way, take you to the sun. It’s as if the sun’s beckoning to us.

This implies that the Universe gives an equal opportunity to all of our souls to connect with the sun…only if we crazy creature, i.e., humans, could realize it….but fairies, I believe, must be knowing this all….and that’s why, in the silence and darkness of the night, they fetch this golden path that leads to a peaceful soul…

I feel a wave of excitement rush through my veins, as if all of a sudden I’ve been set free…as if I’ve overpowered that incarceration, as if I’ve stepped out of all boundations….as if, for the very first time, I’ve been blessed with a soul….the soul, that was smothered in that confinement…

Out of the blue, I sense that my eyes are closed…My soul crept back in time, back to that railing on the bridge, back to the pixie dust…reliving all those mesmerizing moments and feeling those dark rays of dusk on my soul….

I gently open my eyes…I feel full of love. The sun’s gone, for good. I know it’s hiding…just like me, but…we are not escaping…we are not quitting…just hiding….for a while, maybe. It’s hidden..but my turn is to face the world. But I know…next evening when it shows up…it will be my turn to hide, again. I’ll again be standing at the same corner on the terrace…hiding from the world…and trying to find myself somewhere at the horizon…..