The mirage in nomanz land

somehow even as it has waned in frequency...it still is unforgotten ...prominent and loud ..blended into the folds.

A part of me in noman's land.

Merrily flipping roles between the beautiful rainbow and the teasing mirage,it hallucinates me with the prismatic effect of refracted nuances that erupt after having allowed the taunting mirage to just finally pass through it.

sometimes a heavily laden cloud fiercely unwilling to relieve itself of the beads, for each precious one stood a sole witness to the bliss that once had been,a story by itself...
Sometimes the sumptuous sea,with its seamless, unconditional, powerful ,presence making sure it cut across boundaries just to fill in gloriously...
Sometimes like the surging waves,shockingly emerging out of nowhere,at places where it has no right to be just to prove a point...
Sometimes like the lifelike smell of earth at the touch of monsoon,a reminder of sunshine that just had its turn to make way for the nostalgic chills, lovely rains and the tutoring gloom...
Sometimes like the immobile rocks, solid and domineering and suffocating until it slowly buckles under and withers away...
Sometimes like the rewarding bridge that connects to regions that I may never have dared or considered venturing into...to things I may never have been able to render or relate to..
Sometimes like the best lesson in tackling reality, for the good always undergoes memtamorphosis, never lasting the way we would like it to be, yet manifesting itself as a reminder of the truth, equipping me with an ability to nip at the bud d yearning that spurs at the constant buzz of all the lovely things revolving around me, positioned at a distance that doesn't rightfully belong to me...and spot new things that beckon and open up .

Somehow there is always a mirage that all of us want to touch and embrace..a mirage that speaks a lot about us.

Someday, I dream to be able to see your mirage.