The fly on that glass was never so beautiful.The ant in the key hole had never seemed so interesting. The glass covered with vapors was never so tempting . The scratch on the cover of the book had nevr before been so inviting... Somethings going wrong or perhaps evrything is falling into place..or it isnt..may b not..yes..no can't say!
All the colours of life are right there. visible. vivid. distinct.attractive. But why cant we reach out. May b we try. try again, and again...yet again. but they disappear. right when we are just about to hold them and collect them in the shallow of our palms. we close our eyes...hoping that the color fizzles out. but it doesnt. What we see is a whole new spectrum. colors one over the other..hazy but colourful. We enjoy it. primarily because we want to. Its been too much.
we had been looking for them everywhere. Here and there but they were right there beneath our very own eyelids.!:-)
