19 January 2009

BROKEN KITES


It seemed they were weaving the song of life in the wide wide skies.

They madly dived into loops scattering colours. They were free. They weren't puppets anymore to be pulled by strings. They could do anything they wanted to do now. They didn't have to cut each other down. They could just flutter like a bunch of happy butterflies. They seemed to be wiser - they seemed to know all glory is vain. They seemed to know it doesn't matter how much, or how far, or how fast at the end of the day.

True joy lies at absolution, at salvation, at the end. It was a happy sight - seeing all those souls float away.

I opened my clenched fists and waved at the little boy who had just brought down my kite.

6 comments:

Anwesa said...

i loved d post.d idea dat it doesn't matter how far we go,d ultimate aim is salvation had a wonderful effect on me. keep blogging.:)

Elithraniel Arawion said...

awww super!!!!! :)

nice end man...

Anonymous said...

yep, those thoughts do put the brain in a restful state... keep up the blogging, one day you might give engineering away and end up in a more literary pursuit! :-)

(I write about kites these days, used to be a computer programmer...)

Abhishek Behera said...

@anwesa: thank you.

Abhishek Behera said...

@EA : thank you.

Abhishek Behera said...

@Tim Parish: Welcome to my blog :)

Yes true. May be i will quit engg. to do other things i would love to someday. :)

I visited your site. it is really awesome! very organized and informative. did you quit programming or the kite flying is a side-venture?