Thursday, November 24, 2005

Winter Rapture | Ek Raat

.. the noise of the world starts to fade, and with the noise, goes the light of the sky... the Sun starts it descent into the horizon... sinking into its blankets of fluffy clouds.... scattering streaks of colours in its wake... over the expanse of the sky...a paintbrush gently wafts orange into pink and yet again .. hues of magenta into purple.... finally settling into a cerulean blue...then through the final darkness that descends upon Earth... through the parting clouds...comes the royal and noble Moon...so silently peeking down at the world... 
 ... the still quiet of the night filled only with the falling whispers of snowflakes... the caress of the winds upon the  cheeks of the earth... softened by the light of the benevolent Moon...all the world asleep... but for you, solitude beneath  stars of the heavens... the silence belongs to you alone... the magnificence of that moonlight shines down on you ... for you to look far into the depths of space to the farthest reaches from which those lonely beams of starlight twinkle at you through the twirling white opalescent flakes that dance upon the moonbeams...  kissing your eyelashes before winking out into nonexistence...and yet exist those that twirl away from that fate.. .. each lost dancing under the moonlight.... to then come to rest upon the bosom of mother Earth...
...slowly.. slowly... the sky brightens with the multitude of snowflakes falling from the heavens...the moment where the secrets of the heavens show true.. showing the sun courting the moon to eternity...  full of a mysterious celestial romance... and slowly the moon retreats.. sinking backwards to hide its blush beneath its veil of clouds... the sky glows lighter with a new caress of colour... and then peep the rays of sunshine from the earth's ends...a new birth into the world....shedding light onto the blanket of white that engulfs the world... a splendour of white silence untouched and untainted... and you again step out into that world of isolated bliss ... your breath puffs trailing out into the crisp clean air... and you take the first step out... placing the first footprint into that carpet of crunchy coldness... the moment, that solitude belongs to you alone... and you make your way through that haze of silent enchantment .. seeing the sky brighten so inspiringly... the zenith becomes a clandestine clear bright blue ...  garnished with light wispy white clouds... at the horizon heavy grey clouds swirl in a multitude of emotions... the greatest canvas, the sky.. and the Great Artist wielding His paintbrush....     pouring out from behind those purple gray and blue masses, the golden orange and red streaksss of sunlight... glowing pure against the backdrop of swirling clouds... and out comes the radiant fair one, full of splendour and richly arrayed in its glow .. a full visual symphony... beaming its joy ... rejuvenating... nourishing shadows of light ....and renewal radiates upon the silence ... reaching a crescendo that echoes through and through...

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