Emotions

The water, a lot of it; glitters and gleams by the sun today; and the reflection was as treasured to me as the 'Golden Light' which flickered through me when I was all alone sometime back. Was the water simmering all along alone? No! There was as bolted a piece which was not surging with the portable water. The earth was all there to sustain the pressure of flourishing waves; and the world thought it was just the plain dazzling water which brought tears on my eyes this morning.




Doused with that water; I sat there. And the dozing breeze was still placid; stirred by a small butterfly's wings sited somewhere far and butterfly doesn't even recognize that it was parturition of a squall; so catastrophic. The gust desiccates the water and sighs on my ears: 'I am going'. And the audience was a baby and a partial full moon; but mom was not discernible because moon was not full. Baby sobs fretfully and the moon snoozes after a while.