Every time, I feel like capturing a moment, I feel for sure that it was the most beautiful moment that I have ever lived.
I re-live it. And console myself that those moments are eternal, for I can always fly back, live in those moments and come back to present.
Another moment.
Another hour.
Another day.
Again.
Then again.
Stacking my eternalized experiences.
Rewind.
Today was another day of such moments.
In Niagara today.
Which moment can I afford to miss?
Which moment can I afford not to capture?
The holy mist
The heavenly spray
The swaying on the waves
The thundering roar of the falls
The hooting wind
The prickly cold after drenching
I close my eyes.
I fly towards those thick strong clouds.
I look down and I see a heavy shining silver jewellery on a rich green apparel.
I zoom in until the green leaves feel my arm and the silver mist kisses my cheeks.
I float.
There is no rewind.
Paused forever.
Showing posts with label eternity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label eternity. Show all posts
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Monday, October 6, 2008
Art
This is world in miniature
Birth, Life and Death thrive here
A moment, mood, action
Emotion, face, gesture
Nature, sound and silence
Captured in eternity.
Endearing images narrating new stories
Silent voices, taking new resonance
Poignant looks, piercing into every heart
Challenges, rebellions and struggles
Frozen forever.
Chiselled curves and features
Blending colours and strokes
Well chosen words
The unique perceptions of artists and poets
This is world in miniature
Birth, Life and Death thrive here.
Birth, Life and Death thrive here
A moment, mood, action
Emotion, face, gesture
Nature, sound and silence
Captured in eternity.
Endearing images narrating new stories
Silent voices, taking new resonance
Poignant looks, piercing into every heart
Challenges, rebellions and struggles
Frozen forever.
Chiselled curves and features
Blending colours and strokes
Well chosen words
The unique perceptions of artists and poets
This is world in miniature
Birth, Life and Death thrive here.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Living Yesterdays
Gazing through the window
She sees only the bygone days
Time does not tick for her
The needles crawled and dragged themselves
To stop one day,
Frozen and numb
She travels back and forth
Amid those black and white scenes
Refusing to live in the present
Unworried about the future.
Her children and grand children stopped to grow;
Their youth captured in eternity.
Her imagination feeds them, plays with them
And waits for their arrival from school.
Time does not decide her journey
Nor her age
And, the link is lost forever.
There are only yesterdays
Today never exists
And tomorrow shall never come…
She sees only the bygone days
Time does not tick for her
The needles crawled and dragged themselves
To stop one day,
Frozen and numb
She travels back and forth
Amid those black and white scenes
Refusing to live in the present
Unworried about the future.
Her children and grand children stopped to grow;
Their youth captured in eternity.
Her imagination feeds them, plays with them
And waits for their arrival from school.
Time does not decide her journey
Nor her age
And, the link is lost forever.
There are only yesterdays
Today never exists
And tomorrow shall never come…
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