My eyes reflect the colour of the sea. The black sky is not dark but full of light. Full of shining hope. It is raining. Mumbai is beautiful.
The sound of the waves, hitting against the gigantic rocks, take me to a distant land. I find peace amongst hundreds of other people in one of the noisiest and busiest roads of Mumbai. The sea, just brought me back to life.
I let my hair open as the strong wind hits my face. Walking on the gray footpath, there is too much I am thinking about but nothing on my mind. And I go back to yesterday. I have no regrets. I am glad I have lived enough to be here, to breathe in this sea. Raindrops wash away the tears streaming down my face.
I walk as if there is no end because I know there is no end to this. There is a sea inside of me, mighty and fearful, turbulent and vulnerable. And never-ending.
And I pause to look over the heavenly path, past the treacherous huge rocks, my eyes travel along the entire stretch as the waves come together to hold hands and create a white wall. I, pause life.
A pen in my hand. A tear in my eye. Music in my soul.
Just as I start to create the life, as I've wanted it to be.
This is Absolute happiness.
This, is God.
Photo Courtesy - Internet
*Marine Drive. 13th August, 11*
I want to be this sea forever.
The sound of the waves, hitting against the gigantic rocks, take me to a distant land. I find peace amongst hundreds of other people in one of the noisiest and busiest roads of Mumbai. The sea, just brought me back to life.
I let my hair open as the strong wind hits my face. Walking on the gray footpath, there is too much I am thinking about but nothing on my mind. And I go back to yesterday. I have no regrets. I am glad I have lived enough to be here, to breathe in this sea. Raindrops wash away the tears streaming down my face.
I walk as if there is no end because I know there is no end to this. There is a sea inside of me, mighty and fearful, turbulent and vulnerable. And never-ending.
And I pause to look over the heavenly path, past the treacherous huge rocks, my eyes travel along the entire stretch as the waves come together to hold hands and create a white wall. I, pause life.
A pen in my hand. A tear in my eye. Music in my soul.
Just as I start to create the life, as I've wanted it to be.
This, is God.
Photo Courtesy - Internet
*Marine Drive. 13th August, 11*
I want to be this sea forever.
4 comments:
a vivid description of everyday life tuned with melancholics all around :)
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:)
The Arabian Sea is one of the most intoxicating elements which make Mumbai what it is. :) This being one of the first things that living in the city made me realize.
: )
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