A postcard from summer
An Ode to WH Davies-
for
you to just
reach around and
feel it. And it is here. No deadline, no rush-hour, no office-work, no to-do lists,
no buying or selling-
today is just for solemn somnambulance and
for
contemplating
the free spirit that life bestows on you one way or another.
Winter is
almost over- brief though it was and summer is playing peek-a-boo. And
the
summer- she had her own
music
. An enchantress who casts her spell long before she arrives. She
perfumes her way much ahead of her arrival so that enraptured souls lie
await in torment and await with bated breath for what is to come.
Today I wish my name was Balthazar and I was in Corsica or Naples sitting atop a winding hill at my window writing beautiful prose that will survive time. Today I wish I was a music maestro coming up with a lilting melody
.
Sounds so fresh in your ears as if you were a new born. Perchance the melody knows that today is a day to engage with the winds. The windy, misty sultry day with no serious intentions except making a sunny postcard for life from here on and here nows.
Sounds so fresh in your ears as if you were a new born. Perchance the melody knows that today is a day to engage with the winds. The windy, misty sultry day with no serious intentions except making a sunny postcard for life from here on and here nows.
Today I wish I was a little boy who rides his bicycle with another
neighbourhood boy and feel the wind in my hair as I ride a cycle
to the top of the hill where we fly kites
. Today I wish I was a maiden
waiting to see the handsome soldier
with a lopsided grin,
who passed me a love note as I walked by and waiting to catch his eye again. Today I wish I was Einstein on a break. Lying on the meadows of a fictitious sunnyvale fingering a mint julep or a colourful ice-lolly in my hand churning out no path-breaking science theories but sci-fi cartoons that vex the children in generations to come. So that geniuses in future know that leisure is a many splend
orous thing and that the world is most beautiful in a no contemplation zone too. A time pocket filled of airy nothingn
ess
and colour- so brief, so lilting, so evocative, so airy and so
free-spirited that you leap at it and put in your pocket like a ripe
apple only to be savoured later on at leisure. And finally the buck
stops at leisure- that beautiful seven letter word full of sunshine and
hope and valleys and music. And such a day was today! And it has finally
arrived....
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