Etherized

Dusk is a kindred spirit. Have you ever noticed the colour of the twilight sky- light, but not light, dark, but not dark, and the street lights lining the streets- bright and sharp, but not really needed yet- everything seems to be in a vacuum, waiting for something. The rush of the day is over, the rush of the night yet to begin, and the world moves around you in fast forward while you seem to be suspended in slow motion. They pick up tired  smiles, and cheerful anecdotes, and they all have a destination, a goal, and you ask- What is home? Where is home? Why am I going there? And I'll leave again, tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, and return in the evenings once again. 
"...and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday and Saturday according to the same rhythm"
 Is that all that is there? Through the days and weeks and months and years? And for how many years must Icarus fall before he can rest in the sea?

Reincarnationists say that this world is only a temporal school for old souls to learn to love and let go. And then what? If this world doesn't matter, what do we do with all those lessons and all that love? And if it does matter, why is it so difficult to understand? If we plan our life paths, why can't we give us little cheat sheets so the whole thing doesn't feel like an exam where we try to frame our answers without even knowing the questions? Like the hidden mind that tries to give us clues in jumbled dreams that disappear like bubbles when you try to touch them.

All I wish is for everything to make a little sense.


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