Boundless magic and longing

 It’s a Friday evening when the city is pouring with the drizzles of hope, the rays of sunshine are almost gone while the night sky is ready to lit up again and this is me sitting down all alone and having random but not so random thoughts, of how I meet people and lose people and sometimes lose myself in the madness of it all. At this moment all I feel is that at the end, the life we live can just be either of these two fractions; MAGIC and LONGING. The freshness of morning breeze to watching the moon changing constantly, it's the magic around that we see all the time. Also, sometimes we lose sight of this magic, in the world wind of feelings. With a chasm in the heart digging deep with endless sense of longing. The longing for what we cannot behold, for what ifs and what might have been(s). And I'm sure it's just eternally unfathomable and catechizing. See, in a matter of few lines of writing about longing I got lost again into a sink hole that probably has no light on the other side. It's bizarre! 

   

We never know how moments turn upside and down. It's all sum of endless possibilities throwing at your face especially when you least expect it. We all meet people, those who just surprise you, who waltz into your life all of a sudden out of the blue. Who turns from a complete stranger to a person who you adore or see yourself in them. Who you had your life held in their hands and see it through their eyes. Wishing that theirs dreams come true because a most part of it is yours too. Who you share the holy grail with and see the MAGIC of the world together through same shoes and lens. Discovering new sorcery each day, something which you didn’t even realize that you needed. That magical someone, who is your form of art and a special creation by this force of nature.

  You fly in this 'too good to be true' enchantment bubble for a while and wake up one day to see that it is gone. Believe me when I say what we are living is an unpredictably short life. The magic is sucked out of us into this gigantic universe by this day to day mundane life. I guess it is what all the dark matter in this enormous cosmic arena is made of. And this is how the night skies are glowing, with our aspirated zeal. We end up staring at our own lost twinkle with a melancholic rejoice after a long day, not knowing that it is all a part of ourselves that we are admiring at.

  We are in search of the truth all our life till the end. Which is quite funny because deep inside in our heart we know that there is no such thing called THE TRUTH and there is a high chance that an unconvinced logical part of yourself will never realize that. Oh then! we come to phase where we are unsatisfied with the way that world works in all the unexpected mysterious ways, this is the part where the QUESTIONS keep on coming up for which there are no answers. I dare say the fact is; every moment you breathe on this earth, your question changes and so does the answer. The big revelation is that, truth is just a perception and so does the happiness; apparently the two things we always keep running after! But at the end we stop where we started and everything always comes in a full circle. There is no finish line, this is how we've been feeding our spark to the boundless cosmos from millennia. There is no point in chasing our tails right.! All we can do is stop, take a deep breath and live in the present. Be grateful for what you have and what you don’t have. To be born and perish is not in our control. Everything in between is uncertain anyway.

The stars keep on shining in the nights and longing for the shine in the day time. A mere representation of us as humans. And the story never ends.