The Last Carnival

Tuesday, March 3, 2012 . 3 comments . Posted in General

So slowly when the waves on this shore lose its colour, I would stand still and see the distant sun gliding over the faraway peak. Every day is the same with many a reason to freeze my brooding mind.

I rant.

Today the sun set earlier than yesterday. The clouds wrapped the serene sea in lime.

I had the most stunning environs at my indigenous. The days when I walked miles to inundate my mind with that heart throbbing scenic nature, I habitually asked for a reason to leave that place what actually pleased me.

Today I have a reason to smile. Because I lived. You hear echoes in a forlorn land. You may also know the beauty of such a place. They are enchanting.

Time flies. Days fade. Nights linger. And they stay steady for the everlasting grandeur of yet another dawn.  I do care for myself. For I treat my friends, as ‘myself’. I rant. When the shallow path is full of stones and thorns, I stay white as snow.

For you may want to weave another tale from it, to become hard as a stone.

Today I will gladly rant. Once I knew there was a song swimming deep within my heart. Who can forget or forgive if he does not know the ultimate truth in life? And the truth is ‘Death’. No one can escape from it. The reverie that I infrequently receive is of rough paths of a fruitful garden. In the end everything changes. Everyone evades to another space. All that I see is the day with trumpets blowing across the grand hills. And that day will raise my dying spirits to breathe slickly.

Today the sun set earlier than yesterday…

Now the sailors, sailing away with their burden… And the photographers capturing the sight to recall a day like this. When the crescent moon smiles at them, won’t you set your heart against time?

Won’t you paint your pains with snow?

If not now, never!


  1. chetan

    Yes.. no one wants to loose the moments to slip by.. everyone wants to hold onto them or at least capture it .. in whatever the way they can.. isn’t it the moments you grabbed like this.. the moments to memorized like this are your only treasure you carry with you?? .. in the end isn’t the life is all about memories… what you lived and what you loved…

    … another nice note NJ 🙂 Keep writing 🙂


    very well elaborated………….excellent….:-)

  3. Zufash

    Very beautifully written post! You must be a poet … or a novelist!


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