When one of those moments, one of those magical moments when peace, love and joy intertwine and wrap me and let their warmth seep through me. When the sky turns an inky blue, the moon is honey-kissed, I want to stand at that path in the woods and wait for the yellowed sun to wake from its deep slumber and embrace me in a golden blanket of warmth.
When the fragrance of the jasmines mingles with the perfume of a bright morning and soaks the path with an everlasting fragrance of love, I want to drown in it and swim to tranquility.
When the newborn baby opens her eyes and looks at the myriad faces with an unquestioning, calm cherubic look, I want to accept the world with all its hues and color life with a paintbrush of humanity dipped in pots of differences, embraced.
When the one-year-old delights in the taste of freedom, smiles a one toothed grin and gurgles, I want to share in his gurgle and let my doubts and fears fly away so that I may soar in the skies and taste the muted blue sky.
When the child on the streets smiles in gratitude at the loaf of bread offered and relishes it with a sense of satisfaction, I want to thank Him for the nourishing bread and wine of life that keeps the embers burning in my heart and nectar flowing in me.
When the vendor walking the streets dawn to dusk, sits under the shade of the palms and counts his earnings, I want to lie under the canopy of the countless blessings and feel the shower of the flowers kissing my skin softly adding yet another blessing to that, which is my life.
When the lovers meet clandestinely under the secrecy of the dark night studded with stars, I want to touch the faces of those who spread their wings to take under them, the angels lying low in hidden corners.
When the mother lies awake sending silent prayers to Heavens above in an unquestioning faith that her child will be rescued from the clutches of death, I want to catch the deep, indescribabl e moments of agony and pain in the soft palms of my hand and change them into moments of strength-unshakable, indomitable.
When the victim of human injustice, penitent and crying for a fleeting glance, relishes the warmth of a kind word, I want to gather all the whispers dropped around carelessly and place them in an impermeable box and toss it into the nebula of yesterday.
When the soldier lies on the battlefield, wounded and bleeding for the hatred of one man by another, I want to connect the lines of humanity throbbing and teeming with life and form a chain to lock hatred away and let love free.
When the twelve year old feels the first raindrops on her sun kissed skin and looks sky-wards with hope in her heart and a twinkle in her eyes, I want to capture the seeds of hope in a land fertile enough to bear their fruit shining red in the first sunbeams.
When the husband touches softly his sleeping wifes face and lets a tear of love roll down his cheek , I want to wipe away the blood stained tears of love lost, hopes dead and dreams shattered.
When the student toils the night away sweating away hours of sleep feverishly hoping to grab the alluring yet eluding stars, I want to keep watch over the sea of dreams slowly tiptoeing across the vast carpet that is humanity, knocking at the closed doors of many hearts and entering them stealthily bringing forth iridescent light.
When the water glides smoothly across the stone polished by the constant beating of the rain against it, when the senile grandfather holds his newborn grand daughters hand and lets a smile escape his wrinkled lips, when the little girl looking for her lost Barbie earring chances upon it, when the crows croak at the crack of dawn, when the cat purrs as its owner walks in through the front door, when the lover kisses the eyes of his beloved, when the frightened pigeon seeks shelter at the window sill, when the aged couple look at each other with l ove filled eyes, when the three year old bites into juicy, crunchy apples, when the earth weeps its fragrance with the first rains, when the full moon whispers lullabies and the stars sing in chorus, when angels come flying down to mend anothers broken wings, when the student tastes the first fruits of his toil, when the candle flame flickers yet glows steadily, when hopes are lying low, dreams seem shattered, when the path ahead seems dark and narrow, when doubts and fears threaten
I want love, peace and joy to shine down upon me, unceasingly, unquestioningly, holding me close, kissing my eyes, caressing me, infusing into every breath I take and above all, flowing through me into the sea of humanity surrounding me.
The author is a student from India. In her free time, she sticks her fingers into many cream-cakes. She has left one sticky mark at joylita.livejournal.com
Author:: Joylita Saldanha
Keywords:: poetic prose, Longings, Desires, better future, better tomorrow
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