The grass beneath my feet is tender and greener than my eyes could imagine. The valley sloping down where it meets civilization. Down the plains, there are lights and shimmers, there are roofs and roads. There are people who live within walls; walls that are plastered and colored with the riches of our lives.
Up here, there's nothing but winds, cool and calm. There is vastness as far as my sight goes only to be interrupted by pines. The trees stand as milestones of the way, a spot to rest and look back at the distance covered. A spot to exhale the exhaustion of the journey. And I'm on my way-chasing the clouds. I'm intrigued by their mystery; yes there's mystery of slight proportion in them. Sometimes slender, sometimes huge, sometimes hiding behind the sun and sometimes hiding the moon!! Traversing across the world, they carry tales of hope, happiness, sorrow, despair, joy, love and a gamut of emotions not know to us. I'm chasing them to catch hold of at-least one. That will be my ultimate treasure.
Walking along this valley, I feel that they're within reach now. They've befriended me on their journey, I believe. They talk to me about their work, their routine, share there moments but they never let me inside their heart. All I want is to understand them from within; 'cause knowing from outside is not knowing.
My supplies are reaching an end and so is the journey. The edge of the valley is within sight now.
I had almost made it; almost.A cloud, young in age, simple and sweet had agreed to stay back. For moments, the whole universe was within in my palms, it felt. It felt that my feet were off the earth. But then, it dawned upon me, where do I keep this cloud; I have no place within. My pockets are filled with worldly assortments, my bag is full of materialistic comforts and my mind is short on time to consider. I had to let it go. The loss was mine, entirely. I had my options and i made no choice out of them.
I still chase now, not on valleys but on roads (the civilization I talked about). I chase people for with the same intentions, i.e. to understand, but can't. Trust has had its burial and belief is counting its days, I'm told.
Up here, there's nothing but winds, cool and calm. There is vastness as far as my sight goes only to be interrupted by pines. The trees stand as milestones of the way, a spot to rest and look back at the distance covered. A spot to exhale the exhaustion of the journey. And I'm on my way-chasing the clouds. I'm intrigued by their mystery; yes there's mystery of slight proportion in them. Sometimes slender, sometimes huge, sometimes hiding behind the sun and sometimes hiding the moon!! Traversing across the world, they carry tales of hope, happiness, sorrow, despair, joy, love and a gamut of emotions not know to us. I'm chasing them to catch hold of at-least one. That will be my ultimate treasure.
Walking along this valley, I feel that they're within reach now. They've befriended me on their journey, I believe. They talk to me about their work, their routine, share there moments but they never let me inside their heart. All I want is to understand them from within; 'cause knowing from outside is not knowing.
My supplies are reaching an end and so is the journey. The edge of the valley is within sight now.
I had almost made it; almost.A cloud, young in age, simple and sweet had agreed to stay back. For moments, the whole universe was within in my palms, it felt. It felt that my feet were off the earth. But then, it dawned upon me, where do I keep this cloud; I have no place within. My pockets are filled with worldly assortments, my bag is full of materialistic comforts and my mind is short on time to consider. I had to let it go. The loss was mine, entirely. I had my options and i made no choice out of them.
I still chase now, not on valleys but on roads (the civilization I talked about). I chase people for with the same intentions, i.e. to understand, but can't. Trust has had its burial and belief is counting its days, I'm told.
