A Liaison with Life

someone said it "old shelves need to be dusted".. so counting on that i am doing the best of what i can do now..instead of posting a new writing on my blog, i am posting an old one..ok..slapdashrandom will remind me that blog is not supposed to be a "history text book", but easy! now and then, when i revisit same thoughts (or ice versa)..i revisit the same writing.. though i have a lot to putup..i am unable to squeeze out time to colour my thoughts..so, just to be in league, here is my (old) sin.

Dusk hour, sinking sun on orange skyline,
The dying rays of red glimmering dim,
On the still shimmer sheets of water.
Walking on the steady stretches of sand,
Bemused by the boatman ballads,
I coax my mind to a cold calmness,
But weird waves of wayward thoughts,
With many unanswered questions,
Rise restlessly, splashing on its shores,
Casting a shadow of mute melancholy.

But a wondrous wave wildly dissolves them,
Urging me get over the gloom,
For the answers I seek are hidden playfully,
In the taut and titillating trenches of time,
Carelessly camouflaged by illusions and realities,
Where each answer opens by itself,
From the childish choices I chance upon.

But now, why brood over burdensome boredom,
Pondering pensively over perplexing puzzles of life,
When trivial elements of ethereal enchantments,
Pass by me seamlessly, now and then,
Enticing me to enlive each moment,
With the joys of a kind, outlasting themselves.

I enjoy the raining moonshine, spraying on daffodils,
The boatman ballads, the butterfly kisses,
The dark sky studded with a shy starshine,
The mellow moods of music and words,
And my own breath, jeweled with a joy,
Of having a lovely liaison with life,
With smiles to share, with the ones I care,
With hopes and dreams woven in the desires of delight.
All these touch my life with intimate warmth,
In the changing colours of my thoughts,
All the while reminding me in repeated chime,
To take care of my spare moments,
For they are the golden dust of time…