Beside the Lake, Beneath the Trees…
This morning seems a little more jovial than the humdrum ones, possibly due to the sudden dip in mercury, and the soothing feel of the cold waves that are quite capable of giving chills, elevating your mood even more. Amid the busy mornings, the continuous din and hustle-bustle, my eyes longed for some peace, and at last, they found it in the branches of two huge coconut trees nodding their heads in unison, providing me with all the calm and solace that I was seeking.
I can’t help but express my gratitude to the cold breeze that has helped amplify the beauty of the trees. Post seeing this, none could put the blame on me later that my regular commitments went for a toss, as I’m smitten by what lays in front of my eyes. Two gigantic green figures, with their heads, held high in confidence and a spirit that’s capable of immense captivation.
As Wordsworth said, “Ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in sprightly dance”, going by the same lines I could fathom that this joy perhaps is equivalent to his sight of seeing the Daffodils on the county side. Also, the universe has bestowed me with this great fortune of looking at the green heads, right from my bed with the blue sky right above. Those that say that green and blue make a sparkling combination, I’d second that and would like to portray that the black, greyish black and white also herald an equally spectacular sight.
They say when all doors are closed on the outside, try pausing and taking a look inside, and gradually you’d see that the inside has so much to offer. You try contemplating a lot more than you were before, you suddenly turn calm and wiser, so much so that the external happenings don’t seem to bother you anymore. You don’t crave attention anymore and don’t fret over the weather outside, the nature of the economy, or whether COVID-19 has been mutating or not.
You’d seem to be content on the inside, just like that lotus leaf that stays in the water, and doesn’t let water invade its privacy, similarly, you feel as if you are thriving each day under so much chaos happening in the external world, nothing seems to deter you, where you remain unaffected, unattached and unchanged…
But what of me? The more I try delving inside and casting a look at the inside chambers of the inner self, I get crippled by distractions. No not by calls, or social media, but by these two green heads that continue nodding their heads in unison, as if waiting for me to tag along with them. How do I ignore them, how do I choose to delve deeper within myself when I can clearly see them extending their hands towards me?
Now, what would the world call this union? One that’s surpassed all material expectations, vanquishing the idea of give and take? Science, emotion, resonance?
I know not…
I could just seek refuge in Wordsworth that says, “
I gazed — and gazed — but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils,”, in my case, the coconut trees.
