I've left the bed and I stand by my window now. The sky is clear,
with soft clouds like rusty patches over a navy blue silk; very few stars could
I see shining. The wind is chilly and it somehow feels uncomfortable, like I
don't belong here. There’s a train of thoughts running in my mind. Each
thought, vague and incomprehensible..
I look up at the sky, tracing with my eyes, the patterns the
clouds make. It has always been my habit to imagine shapes and figures seeing
the floating clouds…
There are some questions; some unknown questions and some
uncertainty. I feel tired… And clueless.. And drained.. I need to look around
and gather every piece. Everything makes perfect sense, but at the same time
nothing seems to make sense at all. Maybe these stars would tell me something?
Or the floating clouds might take me somewhere better? We all seek for an escape,
don’t we?
The moonlight is falling on the floor coming down from the sky
through this window… I have this urge to sit on this floor and absorb this cool
light, and so I have settled down on this floor with my knees up to my chest,
my arms locked around. I have my head up towards the sky.. Since my childhood,
sky has never failed to fascinate me. Amazing how the colors change! The sun sets down making the sky go orange. Orange gradually turning to pink, pink slowly changing to purple,
purple stirring to ink blue, ink blue ultimately settling to cobalt and cobalt
finally turning into a canopy of saturated black sheet stretched to
infinity with countless twinkling stars stitched over it.
Maybe I would just fly up there.. And touch the
glowing stars, and see the ripples forming around them... Maybe I would just fly up there
and sit at the moon.. Look down at the world… See the vast lanes spread out.. A
train resting at its platform like a centipede in hibernation.. See the ocean
waving up at me in envy for I could touch the moon which the sea desire to.. I see a time line; the vivid past, the fresh present,
the bright yet hazy future...
The wind has become serene now, softly blowing my hair strands..
Soothing. It’s soothing I tell you. I cannot help but inhale deep and sigh at
the radiating beauty of the night sky. Wonder if there’s somebody at any part
of this world doing the same thing as I am right now? Somebody having this same
feeling as I am having right now? Somebody fighting with doubts? Somebody
walking uncertainly on a foggy road, unaware what’s ahead? Somebody? Somebody worrying of loosing what they hold? Somebody thinking
why a person walked in and changed everything? And why a person walked away and
took everything along?
Somebody thinking about how life changes and we don’t even
realize? Somebody stuck in deciding between a truth and a lie when both seem
equally true? Somebody having these same thoughts? –if yes, then you should
know you’re not alone. Under this same sky, under this same moon light, sharing
the same air; its you and its I, and we're thinking alike.
