A journey, From sunrise till another sunrise.What will be the colour of yhe eastern sky tomorrow?Although unknown, a strong desire for a cloudless one.Incessant time goes on its own pace creating deep impact and experiences. Some incoherent lines and sketches started long back on white. Some moving reflections on water,still proceeding with time.Promise of the spring, promise of the colour of sky to stay togather in the creation.
A constant feeling to do something more with life than mere living,forgetting to evaluate the daily humdrum of life.
The cheerfulness of adolescence,eternallove of youth was the theme but incident and event like death creates adeep impression and a terrible emotional distress changing the philosophy of life.Reminiscences of those remembrances became the theme-- a soliloquy. Whatever may be the theme, the fragranceof my earth, cool known breeze, indigenous culture always intermingle with the last light. Oriental soul and culture always appear as framework.
But when the circumference of the journey crosses the apparent boundaries of geography, acquaintance develops, known to unknown, different land and sky, diverse cultural landscape, different language multiplies even an unfamiliar sunrise.
But the journey continues.From till another sunrise. Western wind, greensky, unfamiliar fragrance, the diversity-- commits a change in thevoice of the heart to an unknown directionwhere an unbodied lark can sing happily in the aerial blue beyond the horizen. Coming days are waiting for that.
