When silence
in me was provoked,
Heard
its echoes in this small creature...
An ant
was walking on a window sill on a rainy evening..
It seemed
as if it walked for miles, in search of clarity.
Outer
world was blurred but the moist surface helped in slowing down.
Though
it tried hard it couldn’t erase the haziness
Climbed
up but soon it fell down.
When
it got up
It did
something which never strike its mind before.
Started
exploring the other side of the world
A world
which offered endless opportunities,
It
could slide over a jam bottle, irritate humans
By
going a ride on elongated water tap
And
suck the remains of water melon juice…
It
could actually experience the joy of living!
Yet it
dint forget about the outer world,
A world
where the path appeared impossible to walk…
‘It
had a curiosity, not expectations’.
Went
back by wearing the mask of curiosity
And
explored that the widow was slightly open
Finally
it slicked out and was drenched by the down pour!
It’s the
world of being, where each moment gives us something more to explore,
Let us
not manipulate it by expecting!
