Running thoughts...

I hit the road early morning and put my favorite record on. With sleepy eyes I scan the air like a lazy shark. Neon lights interweave from different angles deepening darkness and brightening contours of city landscape. Silence humbles every life here and the car as if acknowledging the fact simply purrs and glide gently along the chosen path. I smell life as we cross the river. How I wish if I could walk freely under water and say hello to water beings! The morning breeze runs softly across my face like a tickling feather and my lips half-break into smile. The earth sets in motion for another spin, speeding its way toward another revolution. It's December now and I am ready with my open wings to plunge into river 9ine. One thing I learnt this year is that the battle gets tougher before its arrival, gets over before you notice it and the funny thing is you are still busy fighting for no apparent reason.

I believe sometimes we human beings act like a blind man in a corner of his small room. The blind man thinks he does not require any light and he further darkens his world. He likes to remain in his favorite chair and feel unlucky, miserable and sees those around who can see with hate and jealousy. He walls himself in a corner thinking that more space would mean more trouble for his centre of attraction is the fear of losing his favorite chair while he wanders about. The room breathes stale air for he dislikes any outside interference.

How nice it would be for him if he could just walk outside and forget brooding about on his favorite chair. There is so much the world has to offer. The only thing he needs to do is to receive them with open arms. Then the sound of birds and animals, the hullabaloo of busy lives would keep him busy. The sun and the moon would nestle around him like a caring snake. The wind and the rain would excite him like the touch of a woman. Food and wine moreover taste better when you are tired and hungry. Add to it a lively conversation which is actually better than a movie. With soft music in the stillness of the night the experience can be expressed only in terms of bliss. Lastly, sleep... a wonderful gift from the creator where for one time you are left only with yourself. Really, it all depends on how you think and the rest follows accordingly.