Oh to be alive

In the morning light, imbued with colors’ bright, were spangled remnants, an artist’s delight. Had Heaven descended on earth, or had little elves visited last night? Brushes in hand, swishing nymph like, hues, perhaps from paradise. Yellow, ochre, crimson red, As far as the eye could see they’d swept, in a tawny tide. Underfoot too were traces as they’d tiptoed through the darkness, nimbly moving, arranging with the tiniest detail in mind. Is this autumn when, the trees shed their leaves? Nature’s every colour, is sheer delight.

Jaded walls, tell interesting tales, of a bygone era, hidden just beneath the ramparts, are whispers of   battles and lovers. Reflected off the shimmering rooftops, is the glorious time, beauty, fame and happiness pursuing which then, was divine. Reverberations of the past echo through, the hallways; some stark, some sublime. The edifice today seems forlorn too, looking for answers, across the divide.   Ambling through with a carefree gait, a sound arrests her move, a fragrance beckons like a lamp, leading even further. A touch as light as a feather, brushes past her brow. In the middle of time and space, lives overlap forever.     

The sky was overcast, a light mizzle greeted me as I walked out into the open, wanting to experience moments from my absolutely crazy childhood and teen-hood (sic), to coin a new word, as it were. Breathing in the moisture in the air and waiting for the downpour, I meandered through the streets, reaching the junction that divided the two worlds: the natural from the artificial. For quite some time, it was just the most pleasant experience, soaking in the whispering sound, as the drops of water kissed the expectant leaves; the fields’ verdant with the first beauteous touch, just a light caress, beckoned me to explore further. And then all too suddenly without any warning, ever so naturally, there was a deluge, an overwhelming, overpowering, downpour and all I did was take it on and in. Whispers changed to a constant chant, a rhythm that was simultaneously soothing and threatening, a rude reminder of our current plight as a nation and the world at large. As I let the rain pour dow...