I am sitting on the terrace of the company that I work in, under a shadow, hiding from the watchful eye of a vigil sun, which is trying hard to get a glimpse of the earth through the wandering clouds. In a distance, past the artificial erections I can view a mountain range crowned by misty peaks, chanting a hauntingly beautiful song to mock the plight of the people in the city. All the while, being caressed by alternate currents of hot humid and cold winds, I wonder if I'll ever get a change to experience that elating feeling, which isolates me, from the dreary crowd, grabs my hand, and takes me to a place where I can find a calm better than
Today, I woke up just in time to catch a glimpse of a silent battle between the dark messenger and its paradoxical sibling. Weary from holding on to the command of that holy place the dark messenger fought gallantly, feeding courage to its allies. Yet the surge of vengeance in the opposing force was so fierce that it engulfed all that was left of the mercenaries of the dark side, leaving behind a scarlet sky and an upright indefatigable shadow master, who said to his sibling, " Not for long O Lord of Light for, time is nobody's ally."
So sometimes you look at it or, stare at it and adore it for time indefinite wondering, how it was able to lift their spirits in the first place? And later on, that wall of thought which has grown obscure by constant seepage of vanity transforms into a diaphanous veil when suddenly the euphemism for -'you are not going to get it'- strikes, saying, "yeah, I'll pass it on"..