Friday, February 16, 2007

Horizon..

I smell the wetness of the soil. As I raise my head to look at the sky the rain begins to pour.The first few drops kiss my face and I spread my hands to hold them in my fingers. I move slowly, my gait steady. The wet ground beneath my bare feet, numbing them, sending a shiver through my body. I am frozen. Frozen by the realisation of the feeling that had race past me, ignoring me as if I never deserved it.

It has happened again.The words,the expressions and their manifestation.Thought I left them way behind. But they pulled me back and made me walk the path I never thought I would be treading again with the moments and the feelings almost subsided. Something waited for me eagerly, something so full of life that it made my eyes twinkle.

Its his voice in the late of the night, that tickles, when the silence unfolds. With him I hear the silence speak while words lose themselves in the oblivion. His deep whisper tittilates like he is just behind me breathing heavily on my neck, uttering words that are only for me. With the clock ticking by I slowly drift away from the conscious world to the subconscious where the reality is waiting for me to embrace it.Yes..I am ready for it.My mind is made up to look into its face and say "I own it.The feeling is mine...".

After numerous conflicts between the heart and mind, the heart has come out triumphant. His emotional spectrum plays with the whites of my life and makes it vibrant. The passion has returned,the fire enkindled.The bland spaces of my life are robbed of their monotonic rut. The nature chuckles as it finds me noticing the sun appearing brighter than before and the winds changing their course.

It settled inside of me,the ever growing want and the incessant wait. Like so many unfulfilled wishes this too comfortably becomes one with the complex labyrinth of my unpredictable life.Unlike so many unfulfilled wishes I find content with just the thought of having the mind to understand and intercept the meaning the feeling produces.

In my solitude, even today, I walk constantly like a traveller motivated by the magic the sun creates while it plays with the sand and tricks my eyes just to reach the place that quenches my soul and responds to the thousand words that wait to be heard, only to discover one more horizon and a long journey before I finally reach where I belong.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

If words were feelings and feelings were u then all this adds upto magic....the power of expression is wht u r blessed wid the power of expressions...u r writin is like the sweet mountain spring...like a glass of scotch whiskey on a rainy english day...sweet as a kiss from a rose...cheers!!!!

Anonymous said...

nidhi u write from bottom of ur heart...... really great job baby!!!

Anonymous said...

Thanks for sharing your experience

Anonymous said...

just gr8 mam, no words to say.... io always wonder yar,,,, how can u right so so soooo deeeep

Anonymous said...

u ve become better with time...

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