Evening musings.

                                           

Havelock Island

On an evening like this,

I feel the time should stop

That there should be a moment of silence,

That there should be no feeling of loss.

That the breeze touching my face,

The truest fragrance in this air,

The sounds of crickets, so noblest and clear.

The dark night and the moon

creating a silhouette out of the mount.

I gaze through the window

At this site so enchanting,

Tapping into one’s truest expressions

Losing the sense of time.

But there is a sense of loss,

The dryness in expressions,

And the mechanical talks.

A feeling being away from the truth,

The feeling of not being integral,

When the soul is agitated, and

Anxiety gripping the soul,

Slowly one gets trained,

To live like a machine in chains...

I felt like an instrument, being used,

 A means towards an end.

I search for the meaning of all this in time,

watching nature as it expresses the divine

Hoping it slows down,

to let me  have a look within myself and

 discover what I really seek.