Good (Golden) Evening
The lone eagle traces a majestic circle in its solitary heaven .Even higher , the clouds are turning a mellow golden hue. Jarring music thumps at my ear drums. It’s the curse of living in civilization. So , I was thinking…
At the time when man decided to walk the paths of civility and socializing , my ancestors should just have left the herd and quietly walked away in the opposite direction and towards the sunset. Let the people obsessed with progress seek the sun-rise , we are contend watching the sun set over the golden sea waves , breathe the night air , and sigh to the naked stars..at least , we wouldn’t have had to give up on our silences then.
I am sure ,in such a free and open world ,we would have procreated and procreated and would have built a formidable army of our own-of poets, not soldiers! Like the solitary eagle , we should have sought only the purest gold that nature had to offer-the water , the sands , and the air..nothing more complicated than that.nothing less beautiful than that either!
Innumerable evenings have I spent watching the sky grow dark. The clouds , like dreaming feathers floating in the breeze are initially white , like balls of cotton. As the evening starts crawling towards dusk , the clouds change hue many times from white to yellow to baby-pink to gold to red to flaming crimson. At that time , the sun will have reached the sea-line , throwing furious red light on the sea waves making the sea look like molten lava , before quickly drowning itself and turning all my adorable clouds to grey. Losing myself in the show of colour and splendour ,I try to dream of my might-have-been ancestors..gazing at the sunset without a worry in the world..and no jarring music too.hell no!!
I am home - I know the way.
I am home - feeling oh, so far away.