The shadows shift rapidly, The Sun makes way for the dark clouds, Big, fat raindrops fall to the ground, Quenching the thirst of people all around. Water puddles as far as you can see, Frogs skipping away, The tiny green shoots peep with glee, While the Koyal in the tree is quiet today. The rains have their own charm, For humans, plants and animals alike. Bright green leaves dotted with sparkling drops, Waves in the sea dancing merrily, Birds ruffling their feathers, The soul of the Earth rejoices with every shower.
When the flowers first bloomed, Ecstatic, I was. But, impatient to catch the fruit, The fruit of hard work. Two days passed, Brown withered flowers, Dropping off the stem, Into the wet soil. There were no promises made, Yet expectations there were, Of the fruits of labor. Maybe, the flowers had wanted to see me smile.
Having a crazy imagination, I spend most of my time thinking and dreaming- sometimes works in my favor, sometimes does not. So, the other day, the thought struck me when I saw a tree- it was completely bare- a few leaves here and there. That got me wondering. This very tree which provides shade to passing pedestrians with its green foliage in summer, blooms delicate flowers , which later bear fruit , so easily lets go of everything and takes a new form again- in Spring with new shoots and tiny green leaves. Maybe it's the way of nature- a bear hibernates, a snake sheds its skin et al. Is it the same with us-human beings? Which time of the year do we dedicate to letting go, to rest and to rise again, renewed with hope and vigor? We do it when we have no choice. In recent times, yoga, meditation, Vipasana etc. have gained wide popularity. Drowned in a constant dizzying pace of life, the soul needs a renewal of new energy too. So, the next time- take a break when you want to, not wh...
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