Yesterday looks too blurry. As blurry as the light emitted by the neon bulbs in the hospital as the nurse announced my birth. So blurry like a bluish flux in a glass bottle. That was long way back. That was yesterday.
Today looks crystal clear. Apparently.
And tomorrow ? I can hear the faint voice of a woman lying next to me on my bed. Is that my wife? I do not know, for her face appears blurred. I can hear the voice of a little child calling me “atchaa.” I can see the foggy future. Or perhaps I am being fooled by the nagging voices ringing in my ears. I just seem unable to hold it in my palm. Every time I get close and think I just have it in hand, it easily manages to slip through the fingers of my mind like sand. Time.
Time.
With no boundaries marked, no laws to adhere to, and no master to control, time just flows without any care, enjoying the power of absolute freedom. And it grapples me with an iron chain, remaining unbroken forever. Time flows. No beginning, no end. Oceans of time, roaring and drifting in the waves of eternity. Endless time.
It is being said that the human mind changes every seven years. If one is ready, much becomes possible; and if not ready, then he goes on missing the change. And they say all that is beautiful happens only when you are ready to embrace that change. If you’re not, you’ll struggle. That passing period. At seven, you get done with your childhood; at fourteen disappears the adolescence; and at 21 you become mature or atleast you are expected to. At 28, you see someone new entering your life or atleast you start searching for that someone. Every seven years, they say, form a cycle. The cycle of time.
Time, like a ghost inside a glass bottle. And as yet another moment fades away, I can just see the bottle and the ghost in it. The ghost disappears as soon as it is opened. You know you can’t catch it, the time being the ghost just flies away out of my reach. And I just stand like a little boy watching a butterfly fly away into the open. I can only see it through the blue hue.
But I see tomorrow. Vivid and clear. Through the hue, as space and time bends in my mind, I see tomorrow somewhere in a corner of my mind. I listen to and enjoy the music as I ride in the chariot of time to dive into that bottle. It looks so deep from outside. As deep as eternity. But vivid and clear. And certain. Being swept like clouds of sand in the desert dunes of my mind, I flow with time, where ever it may take me.
The journey continues as I reply to those lovely messages received on the 27th wishing me a happy b'day.
-Balu
Today looks crystal clear. Apparently.
And tomorrow ? I can hear the faint voice of a woman lying next to me on my bed. Is that my wife? I do not know, for her face appears blurred. I can hear the voice of a little child calling me “atchaa.” I can see the foggy future. Or perhaps I am being fooled by the nagging voices ringing in my ears. I just seem unable to hold it in my palm. Every time I get close and think I just have it in hand, it easily manages to slip through the fingers of my mind like sand. Time.
Time.
With no boundaries marked, no laws to adhere to, and no master to control, time just flows without any care, enjoying the power of absolute freedom. And it grapples me with an iron chain, remaining unbroken forever. Time flows. No beginning, no end. Oceans of time, roaring and drifting in the waves of eternity. Endless time.
It is being said that the human mind changes every seven years. If one is ready, much becomes possible; and if not ready, then he goes on missing the change. And they say all that is beautiful happens only when you are ready to embrace that change. If you’re not, you’ll struggle. That passing period. At seven, you get done with your childhood; at fourteen disappears the adolescence; and at 21 you become mature or atleast you are expected to. At 28, you see someone new entering your life or atleast you start searching for that someone. Every seven years, they say, form a cycle. The cycle of time.
Time, like a ghost inside a glass bottle. And as yet another moment fades away, I can just see the bottle and the ghost in it. The ghost disappears as soon as it is opened. You know you can’t catch it, the time being the ghost just flies away out of my reach. And I just stand like a little boy watching a butterfly fly away into the open. I can only see it through the blue hue.
But I see tomorrow. Vivid and clear. Through the hue, as space and time bends in my mind, I see tomorrow somewhere in a corner of my mind. I listen to and enjoy the music as I ride in the chariot of time to dive into that bottle. It looks so deep from outside. As deep as eternity. But vivid and clear. And certain. Being swept like clouds of sand in the desert dunes of my mind, I flow with time, where ever it may take me.
The journey continues as I reply to those lovely messages received on the 27th wishing me a happy b'day.
-Balu
3 comments:
first comes first. belated wishes for your birthday:)had fun i bet. but i see a hint of sadness in that post of yours.
i take time positively. it gives your memories, it gives you newer people in life, it heals all wounds, it builds dreams, it makes me wonder what this life is all about and so many many things:)
time is jsut so wonderful when i take all that it gives me positively.
oh looking back at that last comment i wonder if everyone will be able to accept what time is doing to them. am taking it positively cause it has been good to me what aboout others? i wonder...
Unpretentious,
True. Time gives you memories, new people in life, heals all wounds, builds dreams, and too wonder what this life is all about if it weren't for time!
At the same time, it separates people from their close ones, forms new wounds, shatters several dreams, and lives.
and hey, thanks so much for your wishes! :)
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