By Vimla Menon
A scene, a glimpse of nature
Perhaps in its rare moods…
A ray of sunshine through a drop of water,
On a single leaf of a bush
Beheld by me and none else, on a very ordinary evening…
A song—not famous for its music,
But one which touches some unknown chord
In the recess of my heart.
And I wish
This sight, this song, this moment
Would freeze in timeless time…
But I know, it is wishful thinking.
It is just a moment away from the humdrum life,
A moment which will merge back where it left,
And I will find myself back in the race of life,
Without time to spare for a thought
For this moment that was—
This little time I had known life,
Apart from its mundane routine
Of living, loving, giving, hurting, and suffering.
Yet I know—
Some day, unawares and unexpected,
I shall hear a similar song and see a similar scene.
Until then, I shall be one with the
Milling, crowding, jostling world
In its race of ‘living’.