There are times when life shrinks down to mere moments. You don’t share them and under the clouds of dust, of time they grow… like forests. Sometimes in introspection, you see them.. wanting to be green leaves.. giving a yellow smile, for want of sunshine. Although it rains still, they grow not with the torrent in the drops but with each lightning drawing red across the dark blue sky. The flowers that should have hissed and shied, now resonate the thunder that fills the sky..
And yet again… in other moments when you look above the self, there is a clear dark sky jutted with stars..you wonder, often they reflect your lovely smile and.. and sometimes the dessert within. 
Feel the wind ehh.. Go out and dance, catch the lightning from its horns, tear the ear drums, Sing that song again.. Sing that song again..
