Seconds to myth!

Its amazing to gaze around at the sky in the early hours of dawn when you see both the moon and the emerging sun. The darkness and light co-exist. A promising new morning! This is one such winter morning with time amidst the crossroads of past and the future. The darkness and the future. But I wonder how simple is it for HIM, for its defined in a way to move in a cycle. The night doesn’t have to worry about its departure, for it knows post 12 hours of day it will return. The day doesn’t have to be over excited for it will face the living earth for 12 hours before it departs. They seem so predictive and so content as if they all knew what is sole meaning of existence. Being in the timeline however never attached to the timeline. Where there’s no time. Never was there a beginning and never will there be an end for the days and nights! Amazing!!

Of course we can start getting back to the absurd question which seem quite logical and fundamental to us.. the question of whether it was the chicken or egg! The question which would possibly answer the dynamics governing the start for that remains unanswered to all of us! What would be the end result? Questions of why in a recursive manner .. and every answer forming a new trend of thoughts which again have to be reasoned! ... I wonder do we call it research or the phenomena of absurdum infinitum? Reasons probably start becoming absurd post a certain point ... ;P

But that is not what excited me! .. It was the dew drops perhaps!! Probably no one knows the story of its formation!! It looks so beautiful, so promising. The rays of light falling on the droplets gives an impression of this bubble being perl. Imitating the ones deep within the ocean inside the sea shells. Like the love at the first sight, the thoughts of the droplets takes you far .. like one of those closest dreams which seem so Utopian to a few others. You start building hopes around this bubble predicting its size, its lifetime, the altitude it would rise to ... all possible positive fantasies till the point it starts breaking off!! Bang! Unlike the days and the nights which know about themselves, its so different for this bubble. Nothings predictable, no equation can possibly predict the life of the bubble or the course it would take when its flying or the size .... However with the image of the perl on your mind you start attaching those beautiful hopes to this unpredictable object which in turn camouflages into a wild fantasy!

You look at it as it flies farther with every passing second ... gradually being aware of your inability to predict the its next course .. watching it break of .. fragments of the bubble mingling with the wind.. becoming invisible, a myth. You stand there alone with your thoughts from where you created the bubble, stand there waiting for the hopes to fade away ... will it ever ....

She looks at me from the other side, so caring, so giving .. so understanding .. yet i cant push myself from playing the game of driving away .. yet i cant be sorry for this ... You on the contrary lie there beside me with someone else yet you ask me to love you the way he does. I wonder if i can be so giving. I question why i cant be? I see you calling me and talking about what you want and less of us. You consider my beliefs as part of the utopian world which you least believe. I am certainly amused at your comprehension. The rules and the constraints .. I am amused as to what i should do? Try convincing you even if your fundamental thoughts are far different from mine.

Or rather convince myself of the fact that its not worth translating my thought into you? Running through time perhaps i just saw a nice illusion so glaring, but never knew it was a bubble of excitement whose timeline may not be predicted. What stands true for the bubble? Its going to fly? Its going to grow big? Its going to cross that border? Its going to live for time evading the winds like never before?? Its going to fade away???? Probably nothing and everything ... I cant say! Yet the sheer feeling of being in the bubble liking the bubble creating moments sometimes drives you so hard that you fail to realize the decreasing seconds which would turn your aspirations into a myth. Seconds to myth like the bubble ... .. . I wish it were like the days and the nights only if it were :) so predictable.