Tell
me the last time you have gazed at a rainbow. It is true rains and rainbows
have gone extinct a little too fast than they were supposed to. We run a lot
these days. Treading through thick and thin we see but take nothing inside. We
dodge and race to become just another human being. And all we do after that is
just breathe. But the reds and blues? They keep on waiting for us, to be
appreciated and remembered.
As we walk
through the alleys and ashes, we meet and greet people. Some we remember and
some we forget. It is nobody’s fault. We are too frail to make promises. As
Dylan said once, “tomorrow is a long time.” We know not what awaits us in what
we call the next. May be we live to become a happy man or a sad man, a healthy
man or a sick man, only till we all become the dead man. The end is cold
indeed. Thus we should not bludgeon the warmth, the little we receive while we
are still alive.
Years are meant
to go away. As the adage says, time will never wait. However it won’t mind if
you walk with it. Where would you go? Of course, you’ll go to become happy. And
what is happiness for real? That nobody
knows. I can just tell you that it is all yours, wherever you find it. Maybe in
your mother’s eye or in your brother’s heart, or maybe in the air. There is a
lot of it, ready to respond to your call, like I said about the red (flower) or
the blue (sky).
We are misers
but we are fluids. We love to flow rather we are born to flow towards the
unknown. And as we try to get hold of what we have not seen, we change our
course. No offence, the lightness in our being has been inherited from the
deity who sleeps within us.
Friends they
appear make us smile and then they leave. I am a friend too. I won’t make
promises I cannot keep. I will go when I’ll find my time is sliding by me. You
cannot stop the friends, you cannot stop me. But you can stop yourself, knowing
when and where to inhale what you want, nature, love, laughter, mirth and oh
yes sorrow. There is a hollow inside us. Little by little we fill it up with
all that we take in from life. Keep moving as you make the empty pail heavy and
contented.
As I said I
won’t stay forever. I’ll fly away but it does not mean you will not find this
friend ever again. Deserting you is never my call. Come to a green meadow
walking down the lane of memory. You’ll find me lying there witnessing a sunny
afternoon, looking for stars even though the sky is white from the sun. True
you will always find me waving at you, just from a few miles away.
Pearl Jam once
sang,
“More than
friends, I always pledged
Cause friends they come and go
People change, as does everything
I wanted to grow old
I just want to grow old”
Cause friends they come and go
People change, as does everything
I wanted to grow old
I just want to grow old”
Now you know
what you need to do, you have to grow, old but strong. Grow through the joy and
sadness, grow as the seasons change. Grow with the song you sing or the poetry you
love. Grow when the snow is hard or when the rain breaks them. And then at a
juncture you will find him, someone greater than friends or everything that
meant something to you. Since then you grow with him as you reach the end to
slide down it. Never let him go as it becomes a lot easier to find someone who
likes to see the dreams you weave and once he is lost nothing will make the
melody again. Tell him, “I heart you”. He will believe. And then you smile
gently. Behind you the stars would make the perfect backdrop of a silver night.
