Finally I reached the abode of creativity. You guessed right. It’s the very earth,full of colours, round the horizon.Colours at which one can fall into wonderment. I was welcomed with the charm and chirp of life, with it’s whole delight and dignity. I remember the soothing warmth of sun’s resplendence melting into me.The sky’s grandeur filling my frown. The verity of the nature’s hidden treasures has unraveled before me within no time. Deep down I could feel the luxury of life.
Just few eons away from those nostalgic reminiscences I realized that I started to get lured by life, like the pretty cute chicks entailing their sissy stringent mother. To my surprise,I could sense the earth’s fragrance smashing my face. Only then did I discover that the motherhood is going to shower her glory and descend to her children. Suddenly there was darkness all around,smothered with the whips and mours of the sobbing sky. You guessed right, those are the tears of exaltment, the overwhelming pouring for missing the beloved all the while.
I could witness many creatures(creators), fooling all around merry at the unison of existence, by their acute and amazing rhythm of expression. That triggered a snigger in me , I started to merry too, I reached out to join them ,to share my glory with them and add beauty to the very existence . I feel enthralled when I get to know and feel such exquisitely chiseled glory and the unique trait of one and all .It’s so beautiful to have a garden full of flowers with different colours , differents genres , unique ‘ragrances all together savouring the very appetite of creativity. And that is the case with us too , we all are the blushing ,bright flowers in the garden of existence and each one tapped with an expertise expression of existence. And it also makes me proud , makes be boast at myself for the precious privilege I share with all of them . I know it’s the earth’s love and care which binds us all together making us united in the tapestry of diversity
Hahahaha…….I laugh out loud every time I am conjured with those pressing phrases of ponder on the malicious acts of the eternity ,knowing that they are just a camouflage ,to crack the shell of my being . Like the seeds face the frightening presses of existence before expressing and manifesting into a huge tree, they too are the tricks and tactics of the eternal mother to make her children unleash their own immortal inheritance.
The play of eternity Is pretty witty , and we need to be smart enough not to be pulled into the maze and just to be situated above all it’s vanity . like the chasing tornado hitting hard , the life too shatters unto you, and as you know that a cyclone can never deprive any when situated in the centre of it’s heart ,come what may.You too can tackle the flickering flaws of life by looking above them .
I sometimes wonder at the weird and wonderful artistry of the almighty for pouring into me the eternal experience of existence but snatched away the physical experience of my vision and yet allowing me to have all the glory of life’s love allowing me to share and store my life’s memoir as a note of excellence .If I am right, I guess…..GOD MUST BE AN ARTIST
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