A THOUGHT A VISION

We all need to let out whatever happens inside our heads in this tedium of days and nights and people and interactions. Some people run, some sing, some dance, some shout, some paint, some play music, some make pottery and some like me write because it feels okay when we vent it all out. Getting back to writing after a very very long time. So here goes my head and my computer typing away in the screen. There is a lot to write about not for the world but for me.


A THOUGHT A VISION

I open my eyes and the vision I see is mud and tiny pebbles
I breathe out a cloud of dust
blurring the vision
And through the dust
Long arms of conical rays...orange-
there is the setting sun
Or is it rising?
I get the familiar resting heave of evening
I know its sunset
sunsets and me we connect
But the ground and me?
Maybe I was connecting
I loved it
The smell of the dry mud
Small sprigs of grass growing in patches
From here I could see them tall
And the pebbles big as though
They had built monuments
That moment I was part of that world
An ant crawled by...homeward bound
Then there was a breeze
Doing what breezes so faithfully do
It stirred my soul again
This place had the eternal peace
Peace that we never run after
We are too busy running behind other things
I would have never moved from there
I would have lied still
Just breathing
Resting in peace
But its a vision
Just a thought

5.10.2014
Prashantee Singh