Epiphany about a Dragon Fly
You are beauty adored as a poem. You are a loveable music floating in the pristine air. There now you perch on a plant and meditate in gentle splendor. You are a dream for the eyes, a passion for the soul, an ode for a poet. Nature in you is a book of life and a wellspring of passion. The tiny etchings on your wings are a rhythm of love. You carve the delicacies of space into a nirvana of depth.
Today is the draw for a bumper lottery. I was all day thinking I will win it. But sad to say when the results came, I came nowhere near any prize. I could not win a small prize. I feel disappointed and hurt and bear my angst with an optimism that things will work out well in the future.
Come my way
Come my way is a Malayalam idiom and it means to accept another’s opinion.
Yes, in my life, I have sometimes come my way.
Today, I read a comment by Oscar Wilde in Facebook and in it he said: ‘to live is the rarest thing in the world; most people just exist’. The more I thought about the quote, I became convinced that Oscar Wilde is being judgmental and prejudiced. He fails to distinguish between living and existence. Yes, life is made of a series of ups and downs and each individual has the right to choose the quality of life and hope for all things to turn out better in life.