when i fall and hit the ground!

we have something and then it ends and then begins and then it ends again... a circle.. and then tangents making another circles... there is always a method in madness, always! and when its over, what we have is a fading song... the rolling end credits.

the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, does it really matter? how we pray to our different gods and celebrate life, differently... does this matter? what matters, is the celebration. the light sieving through the leaves, a quivering branch lifting towards sun, the sun kissed skyline after the rains...

why do we always hesitate before stepping over, at the doorways of our heart?

©2018 Neerja Yadav

1 comment:

Sojourner said...

Maybe because there _is_ a door? What do I know?