Lost in Contemplation

The last gory rays of the dying sun still filters through the venetian blinds of my office window and far away I can still see the contrails of a jet fighter. Circling above is a white dove which is resplendent with a deep auburn as if dipped in liquid fire. The sands of time slowly seeps through my fingers and  I can't grasp it. It's not long the stars shine in the blue firmament and the moon, like a ghostly galleon ,slowly rises up in the horizon with its aura of pearly white soft soothing moonbeams The air is redolent of odors with a whiff of rain. Small cloud-lets sail across,polishing the stars and they shine brilliantly like diamonds. Small wavelets of sentiments stirs of emotions, long lost in the labyrinthine corridors of memory, is evoked in such serene settings of nature.Reverberations in the volcanic depths of feelings make one aware of the ethereal moment of love, once deeply felt for someone, forever enshrined like a rose in a bouquet of flowers. The blossoming flowers look fragile in the milky whiteness of moon mesmerizing one's senses whispering stories untold. In this distracting beauty anesthetizes all the ramblings of mind, one then contemplates the meaning of life,of existence,of beauty & of love.