The Colour of Water

The other day, I had been to a scenic waterfall near a village in the North-East. I had a real crappy day until then. It was almost dusk – with the reflection of the Sun dazzling on the flowing water on the rocks. It was cold. And I reflected on my life. Life so far. The moments of ecstasy and of agony came rushing into my head. I lost control of myself. Drowned in thoughts. And the sound of the waterfall made it more intense. Before I realised, a tear rolled down from my cheek and dropped into the water. I heard its voice when it met the water. But I couldn’t find it where it went with the flow. I didn’t realise that it was almost dark, until a friend of mine came to me, searching and calling my name. He found me. I asked him to sit beside me for a while. And he did.

“What’s wrong with you, mate?” he asked.

“You know, brother, I was wondering how pure love and relationships could be. You see, this flowing water? And the rocks beneath? It’s so pure. It’s its nature, to be pure. Even if you dump dirt, garbage in it, eventually it will wash them with itself and reflect purity again. It doesn’t need anyone to help it. It is water, it’s pure. All it needs is to look down, flow downstream. You see, when I tried to wash my face, I was shocked to see my reflection. Then it washed away everything. I felt all new. Such has been relationships – when we see a downstream, it is actually washing away the impurities. It makes it transparent. Such is the colour of love compared to that of water. Both are same. And both do the same work.”

“Yes, you’re right brother,” replied my friend. “I am with you. Now, come on. Cheer up. You are the best person I know of. Come, the bus is awaiting us on the other side of the ‘road’. You know that.”

“Road?”

“Yes, brother.”

“Oh, yes. The road, of course. The dust again.”

P.S.: Isn’t this post classic? I am not trying to praise my work. This was not written by me. This was written by my cousin, the one who wrote THE DARK SIDE OF LOVE. He is a blessing to me and helps me in my shortcomings. Hope he writes more and shares with all of us. Today’s pick is Riders on the storm of The Doors 😉

Desire & Deserve.. Wish they can overlap..

The road ahead is a mystery

You don’t know anything about the road

It feels good to start a new journey

Hoping to see new faces

New places

New people

And it also feels a tad scary

As you have never been down this road before

It may bring you chaos

Blunders

Life long troubles

But you know you will gain experience

You will get to know yourself better

And this is what life is all about

Knowing your ownself

So that you can know the world we live in

But the forward journey is difficult

As compared to the return journey

Because while moving forward

We don’t know what’s waiting

For us ahead

We just have to find it out

For our ownself

Have to deal with problems

Have to find the correct path

To reach the desired destination

But mostly in Life

The desired destination &

The deserving destination

Don’t overlap

And that causes pain

And struggle & craving

For returning back to

The cocoon

This return journey is difficult

No doubt but

Easier than the forward journey

Because we know the path of return

And we got the experience

Of the forward journey also

To help us bring an end to the

Whole journey and have a smile on our face

Either for the successful journey

Or for the heartily attempt you had

To seek your desire and make it what you deserve..