The morning comes with its beautiful colours, each dawn showing a picture of magic in reality but i stay in my bed dreaming of me lost in the tangles of an unknown world to suddenly wakeup.
The birds chirp on the lucky and scatterd few trees and sing a song of joy that doesnot reach my brain. I am lost in the worry of planning my day. I get ready and have my breakfast with a quick glance at the newspaper that speaks of corruption and terrorism. The temple in my house gets a glance from the corner of my eye and i don't wait to fold my hands and connect to him or myself. I run down the stair and sit in the car and then travel by the train to college. I am busy to the world but in truth i am running just running to nowhere.
In the class i dun take a minute to feel the breeze from the window on my face, this wind might have blown from the mountains and hills and the valleys of great rivers that i write in my essays as places i want to visit. The drops of rain fall down on to the earth and seep inside the soil, they leave behind an aroma, the only smell of nature i can identify but they don't quench the thirst in me, i am not satisfied Then i walk back to the station ignoring the beggars by the roadside, seldom i give them alms and i make my way through plastic bags and gutka wrappers, cigratte stubs and red stains of paan to see a child wailing in the arms of a lady busy arranging articles she will sell.
The train, noise, smoke in the traffic and roses being sold, glittering butterfly clips, ganpati bapa on politic posters, waterfalls on chartpapers... It all goes by and i keep running to reach nowhere. Money and fun.. Thats what my age call life. Pendrives and cellfones is what we own. 'Values' and 'integrity' are words from the dictionary used to describe all we dont have. A scream, a shout, and a sudden blow of guilt hit me and go! Like waves of the ocean that touch the shores and wash things away. How I loved those colours, in my painting class... yellow ochre and cobalt blue for the sand and the sea. I once bought a bracelet of those colours...the blue n ochre shells and then in the mad rush of the train the very first time i wore it, it broke and scatterd and people stepped on my favourite coloured shells. I made a face and walked away!
I don't knw how much should i try, if i should to tell myself i'l be there when i put a screensaver of a scenic beach on my pc and smile. Life is now and it passes this is how... People and problems, movies and magzine, suddenly and slowly all of them fade away... Life is beautiful....it was always and it will be....
i wish however i stay alive to live! :
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