Epic

Outside
Gentle zephyr caressed the shrubs and they were dancing to her tunes. Everything right from the blossoms, flora, and withered leaves were fluttering to the tune of zephyr. The cerulean sky remained as the silent witness of the grandeur of cadence beneath the clouds.

Could it be the soliloquy of delighted spirit? Zephyr is no longer gentle and it gained momentum with an ostentatious spirit. The gentle hoedown transformed to whirl of rage. Fallen leaves flurried in vortex and became the quintessence of the mood fluctuation of Mother Nature. Cerulean sky got the hue of sinister dark. The crimson red line in the distant horizon is no longer a dazzling panorama! Everything was clouded and was pushed behind a veil.

Inside
There was the soiree of dichotomous thoughts.
At times, suppurate out of penury but at the same time do not fail to raise toast on the imminent serendipity.
At times seeking succor in oblivion but yet longing to throw gauntlet against odds – the repulsive thoughts started churning body, mind and spirit! It’s time to break free or succumb to annihilation.

Inside / outside For the first time, I have opened the doors of my mind and gazed outside. For the first time “in” and “out” espied in unison. The histrionics of inward journey started meandering outside.

The sweet little flower shriveled with its petals blooming down. The bead of water on petals blended with sunbeam was glimmering. Each and every droplet reflected my myriad images!

Clocked ticked – It is the story of two minutes.

There is an epic behind every passing second.

~സജിത്ത്~