The Flying Stones.

The flying stones.

Flying inspires my soul as though it can do anything. The idea of flying, in fact even the sight of flying makes me feel closer to nature than ever. One of my favorite acts while walking in the campus is throwing stones in the lakes, so that they appear flying on the surface.

The stone bounces off the surface of the lake and then finally sinks. As if the stone is on its last and final journey. after which it won’t be able to see the sun, the sky, the moon and the stars, no moving humans, no falling leaves, no butterfly passing by, no birds chirping and yeah! No more Arpit picking it up and throwing it in the lake.

It creates the momentarily ripples at each bounce, beautifully originating from the stone’s tip and peacefully disappearing into the water. Depicting the light and dark of the memories it holds. Creates the impression of being considerably important yet erasable. Like yellow mixing with blue for some time contains its yellowness before it being recognized as green.

Taking names while throwing the stones, I make a silent wish or request on each throw, even I don’t know what, but I remember that I do .Watching such a moment relieves you of all the worry you have. It’s comforting and it’s dynamic. A very important habit that has now became essential.

Amen.

Don’t die so soon…

In my mind, or should I say the so called Grey matter, there exists some unidentified thoughts which often trouble me. They question me, force me to change the perspective of everything I am looking at. My each and every action is sometimes governed by some unique quanta of free energy, which it takes me to a situation of virtual high.

I can’t live like this. Sometimes I see my peace flying away in front of me. Finding peace in you is one satisfaction, to see it escaping away in front of your closed eyes is another. You are satisfied to death, that at least you saw it.

When I am fast asleep, in the warm, comfortable armor of dreams, similar thoughts traverse them. Trying to kill my dreams. Death is painless they say, patterns of butterflies pass by, waiting for me to decode them. Why are you still alive is what they will ask me next time I dream.

Drop it, and it shall bounce back some day. I believe in the four letter word ‘hope’, since its with me forever. It looks like it’s the other side of coin called life, one of which is dream. Life is bright it says. And I hate people who interrupt it. My thoughts tell me I live life unwillingly, just for the sake of existing, I tell them its still noon; please don’t die so soon. I need you for my survival.

Amen.

I Gaze.

Every night in the sky, I see the stars twinkling and the clouds maneuvering. This is like a silent world full of soundless and wrinkle free space. It’s like a butterfly you can’t take your eyes away from. People say that once someone dies, it represents a star in this beautiful sky. I love to believe in this, just because it seems such a pure thought, you can obey that this is true, since you want it to be!

One fine day, I saw a women sitting near a grave, but more importantly she was not crying or looking sad. There were no tears in her eyes, but there was this shine, the shine that we miss in our daily life, we forget the meaning of this shine, the twinkle that make our face so living! I believed that she had a reason to this shine; she was appearing as though she was laughing silently, in her mind. Might be remembering a worthy reason to live, so meaningful to sit at such a place and going through an always aspired feeling for peace. She was remembering some of the calmest moments in her life, and yet ready for what we call a very tainted, roaring other world.

It was like a silence filled, random and  purified butterfly ride.

Even if it flaps its wings, there is only one small probability of a tornado somewhere. But this was what we consider diversity, the women sitting at a grave, was so quite, it appeared like there is a butterfly flying in one part of her mind, and a tornado on the other. And she gazed with a shine in her eyes like she wants the time to stop.