Who knows what the glyphs encrypt; perhaps they bear within them the weight of a billion unheard tales and the levity of forgotten dreams.
Perhaps within them are cavernous spaces which resound with the footsteps of a receding antiquity and the footfalls of an impending future.
Autumn winds are the winds of change and transition, a time to harvest the past and look to the future, yet a time to stay grounded and appreciate the magnificence surrounding us that is the present.
A fantasia that runs amok, searching for notes that will add to this symphony of color.
Who knows what the glyphs encrypt; perhaps they bear within them the weight of a billion unheard tales and the levity of forgotten dreams.
Perhaps within them are cavernous spaces which resound with the footsteps of a receding antiquity and the footfalls of an impending future.
“Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of a miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of our reveries, and the convulsive movements of our consciences? This obsessive ideal springs above all from frequent contact with enormous cities, from the junction of their innumerable connections.” – Charles Baudelaire
At the junctions of our many connections we pause, reading signs and hearing echoes, as we anticipate the past, reminisce about the future and wait for the present..
Together, the unknown becomes an adventure, dizzying possibilities become delightful, and fear is allayed by comfort. To all friends, mates and companions who hold our hands through good and bad.
We need not go far and wide in search of rainbows, for rainbows are everywhere, hidden in plain sight, in every speck of light, and the humblest of prisms harbor within them the most magnificent of rainbows.
We need not go far and wide in search of rainbows, for rainbows are everywhere, hidden in plain sight, in every speck of light, and the humblest of prisms harbor within them the most magnificent of rainbows.
To conversations that waft up like petrichor after the rains, encompassing everything and nothing, distilling time and memories into a moment that lingers on..
Hinglaz Bardoloi