A Walk Within ...
Another walk after hectic hours of mad multitasking…had no idea what this walk would bring back . The sky was colourful though the glow was fading out or because the glow was dying out.
Walking on the railway track had always been fun...more so when you walk seeing the luminance afar, trying to balance the swinging backpack that suddenly seemed to have become heavier these days. Soon these walks will become constant remembrances and the backpack will become heavier because there is nothing in that i can throw out...hopefully my shoulders will become stronger !
Sometimes gleamings from the way side do bring in a metaphorical dimension to one’s perception.
The railway track shining with the receding rays of the dusk…the rising cloud with a golden glow between the hills … I felt as if I am circumventing Mount Kailash” as I tread my way towards the beckoning luminance afar. Railway track appeared to be a good metaphor of how our inner firmaments should be….
Nerves of steel
trains of events, thoughts, desires,
loads of memories,
pungent, sweet, fleeting.
Tempered ,remaining in calm repose
ready to take on anything that comes on it -
a little quiver and few sparks of fire ,
receding shrill and dying out afterglow,
and then calm repose.
The next moment you will find it hard to believe that a goods train loaded with crude petrol or a passenger train with hundreds of passengers rolled on it...
Got into Tatha’s den for tea, found him totally lost in trying to light his petromax which , as he said once, is older that his eldest son who is now a grandfather.
He was not quite sure if he will be able to light it this time . Every time he manages to light it must be a joyous plunge into brightness.
He was really breathing life into the old petromax which I thought may not light up this time or just explode seeing the way he was working on the piston.
The first glow….unsteady but bright…..
The next moment, if flared up… and he was unfazed by that…he just tamed the flared up flame...
And then the petromax bulb began to glow…the whole place basked in its glow…his face glowing brighter as if he became the luminance itself !
Walking on the railway track had always been fun...more so when you walk seeing the luminance afar, trying to balance the swinging backpack that suddenly seemed to have become heavier these days. Soon these walks will become constant remembrances and the backpack will become heavier because there is nothing in that i can throw out...hopefully my shoulders will become stronger !
Sometimes gleamings from the way side do bring in a metaphorical dimension to one’s perception.
The railway track shining with the receding rays of the dusk…the rising cloud with a golden glow between the hills … I felt as if I am circumventing Mount Kailash” as I tread my way towards the beckoning luminance afar. Railway track appeared to be a good metaphor of how our inner firmaments should be….
Nerves of steel
trains of events, thoughts, desires,
loads of memories,
pungent, sweet, fleeting.
Tempered ,remaining in calm repose
ready to take on anything that comes on it -
a little quiver and few sparks of fire ,
receding shrill and dying out afterglow,
and then calm repose.
The next moment you will find it hard to believe that a goods train loaded with crude petrol or a passenger train with hundreds of passengers rolled on it...
Got into Tatha’s den for tea, found him totally lost in trying to light his petromax which , as he said once, is older that his eldest son who is now a grandfather.
He was not quite sure if he will be able to light it this time . Every time he manages to light it must be a joyous plunge into brightness.
He was really breathing life into the old petromax which I thought may not light up this time or just explode seeing the way he was working on the piston.
The first glow….unsteady but bright…..
The next moment, if flared up… and he was unfazed by that…he just tamed the flared up flame...
And then the petromax bulb began to glow…the whole place basked in its glow…his face glowing brighter as if he became the luminance itself !
posted by pilgrimhawk at
2:46 pm
4 Comments:
Short but Amazing Dive....
Do you really intend to carry all that baggage forever ??
Dear Kuttyganesh,
If my shoulders can only get stronger every moment... increasing baggage will be fun...at least a good exercise. Given a choice i'd love to walk out empty handed..just as i came in...but then i cannot disown my own doings...
...and dear...you know there is great fun in digging out something from an old trunk.
ah! light..
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