Woke up to the call of a dull afternoon,
An afternoon in the plains,
While, my heart yearned for the hills
As I looked outside my window,
A tender fall of a raindrop catches my eye.
Like a scene from a half dreamt dream;
Like a poem in the making,
With a still gaze, I try to soak it all in
The assortment of greens, reds and pinks in my garden,
A solitary white flower blooming in the wind,
Birds chirping one at a time, occasionally joining into a duet
The fading in and out sound of a hovering airplane,
Adding that tint of urban culture to this isolated fancy world of mine…
This single moment,
A union of so many voices;
The coming together of so many stories...
Yes, this ordinary life.
A coexistence of worlds that run in parallel
With or without, our knowing
Sometimes, I wonder…
Don’t you wonder too?