LIFE IN A PAGE

Looking back into the future
I know i dreamt the past for sure
Telling me those were the best, or the best were yet to come
Walking in and out of the line
Thinking its just so fine

Was it a deja-vu or a premonition
falling for or avoiding temptation
Life teaching the lesson hard
or me just learning it hard

Breaking up and falling for her again
saying forever i will be there for you
was it baby me or you
Keeping the promise or falling back
Life's so confusing wish I could start back

I wish i could quit playing the game
just for you my dame
Am so far from you yet so close
Wish i could keep my eyes close...........

THE WET EARTH, THE DRY AIR

It was evening time I was sitting in the open field of my hostel campus in the suburban Delhi, the sun had already gone down but a slight gleam could be seen in the western sky. I was looking at the sprinklers at a distance watering the green soft grass on the field. The smell was somewhat petrichorish. And each time the sprinklers came closer there were water droplets on my face, giving me a feeling of being in the presence of the divine being, the same feeling which you get when you enter the chapel and hear the pipe organs being played in a harmonious note reminding the mortals of His presence. I could feel the blending of three elements of the nature at one place, first was the water from the sprinkler, the other was the dry earth which had the presence of the new budding grass on it and the third was the air which carried the water to meet the earth, its destination.

My friend sitting next to me was playing some great music which had a felicitating effect on me. The song and the music being on theme of making the world a paradise so that there is state of well being everywhere were adding to this effect. The sprinklers were now spraying water on the banyan tree and its leaves were being washed off the dust and pollution they had gathered during the whole day. The aerial prop roots which have almost become like trunks were also being washed for the day, the cervices which serve as the secret hide out of the notorious squirrel were also filled with water now. The air which had carried the water droplets a few moments ago now brought along the sweet smell of winter, the smell which told of the advent of winter and which made your nostrils dry. The smell which was so intoxicating that it could put to sleep a man tormenting with pain.

I heard my friend’s voice very faint as if coming from a distance and after some time I felt as if I had been in a different world all together for so long and that my friend was calling me for a long time. I had to go back to my worldly duties and complete them. My friend was coaxing me to come back with him to the hostel so that we could go and have our dinner. But who wants to have food now was my reply when you are so content with the surrounding.