Shades of Life

This works out faster than the rest, the magical therapy, intutions and illusions.It has got something to do with the face of the moon.The face milky white,the face very round and the face with some rudegness which brings in the appearance of a beautiful angel with the brilliance of a million diomands looking down rather staring on earthlings with a face soo kind n handsome.Describing a fairy itself seems noble,an elated experience. It started long back in my childhood days, this love for fairies. How many fairy tales i read!But still the craving remain fresh in my heart.I was walking along the empty pavements of the busy roads. Not a man in sight. Life seemed to be a blurred memory like a vanishing script of how and why relationships grow and fade into an emptiness which is held in the darkest corners of our heart. The longitudes and latitudes of relationships like a magic land which appears at the swish of a fairy's wand n slowly fade on to some infinity like those which appears in some lonely dreams.The scarcity of warmth and tenderness hidden in those blankets of ego never to be felt unless u feel to unwind the need for it. Years of saga by the poetic rishis of the historic India.The ages they spend in solitude in the lonely caves of the Himalayan valleys. The peace, the calm they experienced but yet the element of society,the prime element of relationships. The tense and texture of relationships change n challenge a new born relationship or a yet to be born one. Understanding beyond the limits of the sky!!!!!!!Yet there merges that vacuum in the bonds with the tenderness of a tying twine. There underlies hundreds of nuances to the silences in friendship.The golden presence can be daring, deafening, defeating or even dumping us to the deepest corners of this ruthless world. Love can become a bondage binding you from all the sides cutting through the edges making deep bruises, unable to cry. Life is just a cricket match of the emotions. We are all puppets in the hands of our emotions. When happiness strikes really high sorrow will catch it and sent the joy back to the pavilion and begins its play. When you really want to cry your eyes out, tears wont come out as if eyes have become dry and you could never make a cry. Yet there is a beauty in life which is so unpredictable. Expecting the unexpected is always the thrill of life. The intuitions,emotions and bliss of solitude are the crackers of our life which make our life colorful. Hope something may change our lives and that life be colorful and bright to light a whole huge world in darkness.