I sit out there- gazing away at the magical sunset, mesmerized by its beauty, unaware of everything. The moment has gripped me, not letting me go of its beauty and sanctity.
The hues change from purplish pink and saffron to a distant gray and black. My eyes scan the sky for a sign of sustenance in the form of the moon and the stars. None seems to appear. A feeling of apprehension overcomes me.
The minutes tick by, and I still patiently wait, hopeful, that there will be a sign telling me that all is not over as yet,
“Nay, this isn’t the end;
The best is yet to come,
Nay, everything isn’t yet lost,
All still hasn’t been gained.
Its only when the night comes that it is followed by the day,
Its only when death comes that a new birth takes place.
Its only when a syllable is uttered that words are formed,
Its only when something is gone that everything comes your way.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. When was I going to see the dawn of my hope? I opened my eyes. The sky was still dark. There was nothing to be seen- no moon, no clusters of stars, no wispy clouds…. I scanned the sky again. A hint of sparkle catches my eye. Was it an illusion? Definitely not- the star of my hope blinked at me again- much brighter this time. I smiled, victoriously- all had not been over then. Hope still did pervade. I looked up at the sky again. It was bathed in the light of the little star- which shone brighter with every minute.
“I come when everything seems to be over,
I come when there is nothing for you to hold on;
I come to give everything I have to you,
I come when you have nothing to give anyone at all.”
I stared at the magnificence of the little star- but was it really that miniscule? No- at the moment its beauty seemed to encompass the entire universe, its brightness seemed to illuminate everything- my mind, my soul, my deepest thoughts and my darkest fears. Yet, it seemed to be a “little star” to everyone but me, who had known the vastness of its enchanting spirit.
The hues change from purplish pink and saffron to a distant gray and black. My eyes scan the sky for a sign of sustenance in the form of the moon and the stars. None seems to appear. A feeling of apprehension overcomes me.
The minutes tick by, and I still patiently wait, hopeful, that there will be a sign telling me that all is not over as yet,
“Nay, this isn’t the end;
The best is yet to come,
Nay, everything isn’t yet lost,
All still hasn’t been gained.
Its only when the night comes that it is followed by the day,
Its only when death comes that a new birth takes place.
Its only when a syllable is uttered that words are formed,
Its only when something is gone that everything comes your way.”
I closed my eyes and sighed. When was I going to see the dawn of my hope? I opened my eyes. The sky was still dark. There was nothing to be seen- no moon, no clusters of stars, no wispy clouds…. I scanned the sky again. A hint of sparkle catches my eye. Was it an illusion? Definitely not- the star of my hope blinked at me again- much brighter this time. I smiled, victoriously- all had not been over then. Hope still did pervade. I looked up at the sky again. It was bathed in the light of the little star- which shone brighter with every minute.
“I come when everything seems to be over,
I come when there is nothing for you to hold on;
I come to give everything I have to you,
I come when you have nothing to give anyone at all.”
I stared at the magnificence of the little star- but was it really that miniscule? No- at the moment its beauty seemed to encompass the entire universe, its brightness seemed to illuminate everything- my mind, my soul, my deepest thoughts and my darkest fears. Yet, it seemed to be a “little star” to everyone but me, who had known the vastness of its enchanting spirit.
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