Lands

In a faraway land where the grass is green, I see my destination. I walk for days and pray for nights to reach the green. When I do, I never sleep. I smell the grass for hours, and collect its velvet in my hands. I look at it with satisfaction and close my eyes to see if I can have a better imagination. I know I cant, so I jump up and run, away from the green grass towards a parched brown land to yearn for green.

In a close by land where man is happy, I see my lover. I hold myself back for days and ignore my intention for nights before I give in. When I do, I never sleep. I torture myself with constant action and throw myself blindly in the air and wait for the fall. Unfortunately, I never fall. I go on flying higher still, passing by confusions, clarity, joy, emptiness to reach nowhere real but a state of comfort. From here I look ahead at the green patch where I always wanted to be.

In a land whose distance from me in unknown, I see conclusion. I stay ignorant for days and see it coming for nights, and myself moving towards it. When I will reach, I don't think that I will ever sleep. I will fall flat on this land reminiscing the smell of green and the sight of my lover, breathing fully the beauty of this place I saw coming. I will not run to any parched patches, neither will I fly into comfort. I will fall flat on this land and I will then be unconscious .

While I think of this land, I find my body running down some unknown waterfalls. My skin is touching water for the first time, teaching my mind to be wet.

Every man must live a life where he has touched the water, wants to see the green and knows how it is to have a lover.

-Shringi

September 23, 2011