SuperBlueBloodMoon

Universe is getting ready to put on a great celestial show. The Cosmos is ready and wired to bring us the grandeur and the mystery in our skies. The human mind can't comprehend the magic and its mystique. The logical and mechanical mind dissect the Wonder in the rulebook and framework of a structured thesis. The Universe smiles, a smile of condescense. But sometimes we need to acknowledge the Superior presence. Not question it. Not frame it in millions of logical and clinical explanations. The Wonder and the mystique is lost on humans. Thousands click the celestial show on their mobile phones, not forgetting to add filters of self importance. But the Universe goes on with its show from the Dawn of time to its end. The Wonder and the magic is witnessed by the Cosmos with a thunderous applause. The multitudes of beings on Planet Earth rush to their timelines to Post their moment with SuperBlueBloodMoon. Wondering how many likes and retweets it will get?

The Dandelion

Fragile and beautiful, it seemed to caress the wind. It danced in rhythm to the rush of the breeze and smiled at the sun. It was God's perfect plan and seemed perfect in its contentment. Suddenly it was yanked from its Mother plant and hot stinky breath blew away its soul. The flower scattered and it merged with the random dusts in the wind. It dissolved into nothingness. Its form merged into the big nothingness. The hand that yanked it away from its Mother, felt proud and danced with joy. The Dandelion ceased to exist in a heartbeat of a second. Look around you, What are we? But fragile and delicate Dandelions. We are planted on this Earth. We dance and sway with the Winds of time. We bask in the Sunlight. We seem happy and contented. But all it needs a moment. To remind us of how non consequential and fragile are we.

Roller Coaster

The Ride never ends. Sometimes it changes its name and venues, but it continues on with the same carnival. It's just the same. Riding on its hard metallic tracks with its constant tattle and pounding. No one is complaining. Sounds of laughter and screams of orgasmic delight torture the air. Those Sweet summer afternoons spent on the ride in the roller coaster. We didn't want it to stop, inspite of a dizzy head, painful stomachs and the remains of the un-digested lunch on the seat of the car. After the ride stops, there are some who fall faint to the ground, with a black thundering headache. Gosh that was fun! After all that, we still want to ride. We still queue up to buy tickets, for an another ride on the monster. Is it the excitement of pain, fear and almost plummeling to your death, that attracts us? Is it the machochsitic streak in us, to experience the terrible onslaught of fear and uncertainity that gives us our ultimate thrill? No wonder we love to repeat the horrors of history. Repeat the experience of war, riots and destruction. This gives us our orgasmic thrill and the reason d'etre. After all we have practiced on the Roller coaster in all those Sweet Summer Afternoons.

The Glory to come

I ignore the writing on the wall, and i continue mowing down the garden and cutting down the trees. We want to clear the landscape for a brand new parking lot for automobiles. Solving the parking problems is a top priority for the city. I have built so many malls & apartment complexes on the debris of the trees and greens. The city is going to reward and honour me for enhancing the architectural landscape of the city. But tonight, as i gaze up, there are no stars in the sky. Gloomy clouds circle the invisible moon. Funnily it doesn't rain. Its humid and balmy. Hot breeeze blows over. Wonder what's wrong with the weather? I blame it on the global warming and climate change. All due to the heavy Brazilian de-forestation and cars spewing carbon dioxide and pollutants in the atmosphere. The nations of the World need to act quick. Before its too late. I still have one more garden to ravage before dinner. By the way, Thank you for the medals and the glory. I look up, and there are still no stars in the sky.

Nothing Planned

We are just a car crash, a diagnosis, an unexpected phone call, a new found love or a broken heart away from becoming a completely different person. How beautifully fragile are we that so many things can take a moment to alter, Who we are for forever?