The brilliant green of fresh new leaves
The mesmerizing star-lit black of sky
The soothing blue of wells and oceans
The fluffy white of clouds
Gracious golden wheat crops
Fierce red flowers of Palash
The holi in jungles, in sky, in sea
The holi.. wherever, whenever you see.
Not just of colors, of smells too.
In touch, in sounds, in whatever you do!
A Lot of people carry an elaborate, thriving world within them. You may lose a sign of it for some time. And if you try to find it in the mirror, you may feel it's lost. Cause in the mirror, you see an aged face. Changed expressions. An extra chin, or few less hair.
But that world isn't lost. It is simply waiting to re-gain your attention. Looking for a chance to tap your heart, knock knock, from within. It is yours. And truly so.
Like a key to a locked door, this world needs a key to re-open it. Umm.. somewhat like the mind-map. But not exactly. People who are more romantic than rational, (to whom this post applies, I guess) they intuitively know where their keys are. Some of them guard the identity of their keys. Some make it known to the outside world.
This post is to share a part of my key.
... just this much.
The mesmerizing star-lit black of sky
The soothing blue of wells and oceans
The fluffy white of clouds
Gracious golden wheat crops
Fierce red flowers of Palash
The holi in jungles, in sky, in sea
The holi.. wherever, whenever you see.
Not just of colors, of smells too.
In touch, in sounds, in whatever you do!
A Lot of people carry an elaborate, thriving world within them. You may lose a sign of it for some time. And if you try to find it in the mirror, you may feel it's lost. Cause in the mirror, you see an aged face. Changed expressions. An extra chin, or few less hair.
But that world isn't lost. It is simply waiting to re-gain your attention. Looking for a chance to tap your heart, knock knock, from within. It is yours. And truly so.
Like a key to a locked door, this world needs a key to re-open it. Umm.. somewhat like the mind-map. But not exactly. People who are more romantic than rational, (to whom this post applies, I guess) they intuitively know where their keys are. Some of them guard the identity of their keys. Some make it known to the outside world.
This post is to share a part of my key.
... just this much.
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