There are in life a few moments that explode with the scent of memory as you jostle them in the attic where such things line the dusty aisles:
The first time you fumble your way into love. Your first day in the kitchen making tea. The first intense glimpse of order and purpose in the haphazard happenings of a string of days. The first time you notice the galaxy filled sky far from the haze of nightlights while lying on your terrace.
This is the first instant of sun over mountains after the endless minutes of predawn chill. This is the thrill of firsts.
Things never stay the same. The light shifts and whitens. At first it's just as exciting, as it scrolls through all the colors of evaporated gold. Still holy - still magic, yet very different from those firsts.
I've tried to live these moments in repeat, but it never works. You can climb the same mountain, but it doesn't look the same. The light changes. Hides.
Honestly - it's often a letdown to watch the light work its way back to ordinary. It takes a lot more work to see the glory of the mountain when the light pulls back out of your reach.
This is my dream: we don't have to live for firsts. I dream that somewhere again I can find a sunrise that goes beyond anything we've heard whispers of in the annals of beauty.
8 comments:
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great..well written..moreover great thoughts...your thoughts are really different..even your orkut profile..keep writing...
well..just did bit reading of ur blog..surely an encouragement for beginners like me..i really liked all articles, except one poem..it appeared as if you wrote that for the sake of writing. others were mind blowing..the thoughts are really impressive..moreover few souls on this planet are in the deprived category, or like others say,they are sensitive..they never get what their peers have, but they are bestowed with a creative hand, which can create marvels with sorrows,where ordinary mortals can only sit and cry..and be happy that you have such great blog ,where people like me have to be happy with their diaries, and really wish they get more time so that they too can do a something for their blogs...
but do take care of facts while writing...
stopped writing??
sadly my budding blog had an early demise at my own hands......
thank you so much for the wonderful comments. its not that i have stopped. i'm really really lazy u know.. compounded wit a really really bad period of time.. here's hopin to get back on track.. and wat happ to the budding blog?
@rokstar,.budding blog had to be deleted...not budding as such..it ws even entrd in bloggr ctlogue..well i deleted coz it ws not as happening as some fellow blogs for i couldnt lend my blod any attention didn't have time must b coz of studies,laziness ,then to erase some memories which were tagged on to it,nd abv al i couldn't appreciate the reason for its existence...i still write thats another story...anyways hope u hav baggd a job nd hav bid gudbye to cet..keep writing..i know u'll for what else can people like us do to let out our emotions than to pen it down somewher...
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