Monday, 5 October 2015

Towards Light

courtesy google image: by Khalil Gibran

This life is a child’s play with a doll house, at least for me. I had been playing like the luminous clouds hiding the sun, like the lunar smile outshining the sequined sky. Everyone is my playmate. I have played through squabbles and reconciliation, dislike and love. Like a river dancing along its banks and rushing seaward I’ve touched and been touched even by those whom I haven’t met and flowing towards the infinite with the hope of Seeing Thou, my ultimate Playmate. My doll’s house is broken though and the doll gone. Yet play is not done.


The past a thin mist

I sit by the radiant path

Eyes towards a light


The quote I chose: Yesterday is but today’s memory, and tomorrow is today’s dream


Posted for Haibun Monday 2 @ dVerse