Whispering trees

Post lunch solitary walks in wintry afternoons, the canopied roads bathing in sporadic waves of sunshine and the fluttering green leaves glistening in golden ushers with a perfectly untainted blue sky as a backdrop, life is as perfect as can get. And as I walk through the showers of sauntering yellow dry leaves kissing gravity every time the soft winds wake up the hibernating stalks, a thousand thoughts flirt with my mind. Like the shadows constantly changing form beneath the feet. And as much as the onlookers might find me paranoid, I think I’ve never been as self sufficient. Though there is still a lot left to be desired and some seemingly ridiculous wishes which inspite of their devious ways and a knack to leave the feeble wish land in splinters, are most conveniently accommodated. But when such voids begin to take over, I realize that earth in her subtle ways asks me to find solace in her calm tranquil presence. Its taken a while for the conundrums of life to begin getting sorted out. It’s taken a few events which I would’ve called unfair and blamed myself for not gauging well. Like willowy twists in directions far from envisaged. And now I find a perennial cloud of reassurance above me and I know I am never alone. Not in my grief, not in the exuberance, not in the several silent moments or the ones filled with mayhems.