A New Season, A New Beginning, A Fresh Start

The flowers have bloomed, their petals dancing delicately against the warm flowing breeze. The emerald leaves spring forth from their sturdy branches, painting shadows on the soft brown earth.  The sparrows sing their songs in the morning, their gleeful melody trailing along swirling pathways and colorful gardens. The first signs of Spring are here – a symbol of birth, a time for a new beginning.

In our lives, we may go through perilous journeys, fighting monsters and demons of the material world, battling obstacles as we tread deeper into the shadows. However, all is not darkness if we believe in the power of faith. There will always be light at the end of the tunnel. Darkness exists because there is light. Where there is light, there is no darkness. Light is the oxymoron to darkness. Light is our flaming torch, our weapon to defeat the darkness. Light is hope, faith and anticipation. Darkness is misery, despair and anguish.

Cast the darkness of your heart away and let this be a new beginning. Invigorate yourself with positive vibes; remove the past from your conscience and do not let it be a daily reminder of your anguish and regrets.  Do not let your fears and doubts pull you down or stop you from heading towards where you are set to arrive at.

A new journey awaits you- a journey towards a future, to which there is no answer but to which, once must possess a sense of hope and, a thrill of adventure in encountering it. Just as how the season of  Spring brings forth a time for rebirth, fill your mind with a freshness, like that of the lucid purity of freshly laden snow or of rich flowing water streaming in abundance as it glitters in tiny bright crystals beneath the calm soothing sunshine.

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Colors Of The Night

I am an infinite being among a swarm of bustling city dwellers. I capture the actions of my surrounding, a silent onlooker of daily night life.

Buildings thronged in lines amid the parallel pathways and streets loom in tremendous heights, nearly touching the tip of the dark open sky. Neon lights and fervent street posts flared among the long shadows formed by the thinning rays of dusk. Voices shrilled with hints of excitement, the shouts of rumbling drinkers, the screams of young ecstatic teenagers, the clings and clangs of utensils bind themselves to a tune that coincides with the buzzing noise of the swarming vehicles and the soft yet distinct whisper of the dark dreamy landscape.

It is no other than a night of thrills for those who anticipate the coming moment of a gripping event, a night of work for those who will succumb to busy labor, a night of carousing for those who seek solace in vibrant festivities and drinks or, a night of romance for the feverous hearts yearning for passion.

Every pulse, every heartbeat, every breath, every mind and every soul thrumming alive in the night is intertwined into a single revolving cycle that glows intensely into shards of iridescent colors.

I am a lone entity, amid the vibrant arrays of the nocturnal landscape.

– Stargaze

Memories In Death

You are imprinted along the folds of my memories,

What is life but the transience of a waning breeze?

You are etched across the markings of my scars,

What is life but the leaves dwindling from their thrones?

You are a reflection of my kindred soul,

What is life but an echo fading into the air?

You are a piece of me, strung into the cycle of my being,

What is life but a rose withering after its time approaches?

You are within the pages of my heart,

What is life but the passing of moments gone by?

A sunset across the hills

Lifetimes of memories, joy and grief

Until they are no more than a flicker that sparks

As your eyes close and you smile

With your last breath and your last moment

For me to remember always till

My life shrivels too beneath the dust below.

Yearning For Home, A Place Where I Aspire To Belong

I wish to travel the whole world, traversing the expanse of its width.

I wish to live under the shades of ancient trees while roaming among solitary hills.

I wish to bask myself in the gleam of the falling sunset just to spread my wings so that I could soar across the heavens

until I find a place called home among the solitude of nature–

where the mountains would welcome me with the scent of freshly laden snow and the wind’s whistle and the river’s roar would collide into tranquil symphony.