Sitting in this empty room swearing at my miss deeds, Trying to put it down in paper which takes a form of it own, Out of the blues it reminds me of something that was really close to my heart, Something I had seen before, I start to think, about all the things I have seen till now, This single image takes me way back to the place where it all began, So in my head I travel back in time to that particular moment where it all began as a kid growing up in a small village, A normal kid growing up in a normal society filled with people with character and ones without it too.....A small village indeed........Forest at the back ground and paddy fields in the front, A village covered in a blanket of greens, Where everyone knew everybody who was living there and they knew me too.
As I continue to think along, going with the flow of my own thoughts....One picture keeps repeating again and again, A shape, A strange shape, A shape of a strange tree we used to play under, The tree which had a long history, The Tree that was there before the villager came, Before the first house came.
I like to think that the tree had a lot to say if he is given the power of speech, The tree had seen history when it was made, Thinking about the tree made me return to that place.
To my village, Where the tree still stands as it used to, Everything has changed, Everything around.....even me. I have grown into a man but when I look at it the tree it looked the same, it had the same feel to it, After all this years that has passed along its path, The tree stands taller then ever, I sit where I sat as a kid, On its biggest root coming out of the ground and I start to put down my feelings in paper in a form of an image trying to capture my life in one simple image. Just then i think to myself "where do i start?". I was lost for a while but as i sat there in complete peace, Things start flowing out of my imagination, things that only I can see, All things that I have made it, The images that i have created in all the years I have lived in happiness and in sorrows the feelings that I had to endure to get to the place where i m now.
Loss of Friends and the loss of my Love made a picture of its own, Thinking about the thing I have been blessed with and the second chance I have been given to lead a better life draws another picture of it s own, Looking back at my life I could only come up with one image that can sum up my life in a perfect picture, the image that was in my head all this time, the image that brought me back to this place, the perfect image is the TREE that stood the test of time and yet again stands tall.
To my village, Where the tree still stands as it used to, Everything has changed, Everything around.....even me. I have grown into a man but when I look at it the tree it looked the same, it had the same feel to it, After all this years that has passed along its path, The tree stands taller then ever, I sit where I sat as a kid, On its biggest root coming out of the ground and I start to put down my feelings in paper in a form of an image trying to capture my life in one simple image. Just then i think to myself "where do i start?". I was lost for a while but as i sat there in complete peace, Things start flowing out of my imagination, things that only I can see, All things that I have made it, The images that i have created in all the years I have lived in happiness and in sorrows the feelings that I had to endure to get to the place where i m now.
Loss of Friends and the loss of my Love made a picture of its own, Thinking about the thing I have been blessed with and the second chance I have been given to lead a better life draws another picture of it s own, Looking back at my life I could only come up with one image that can sum up my life in a perfect picture, the image that was in my head all this time, the image that brought me back to this place, the perfect image is the TREE that stood the test of time and yet again stands tall.
Like the tree I have seen time pass me, Seen people come and go, some took refuge in my friendship but some left before the break of dawn, the love i had, like the water to the tree, Has nurtured me to be the person I am today, No matter what happened around I stood tall like the tree, Tall and strong filled with character and joy of being alive,i had seen my share of history thats been made, I had seen my life as the tree did but i never forgot where my root was founded on.
The tree tough me a lot about my life even if he haven't said a word, That was the power of an image, The power of a picture,The message in it.
That my friends is the power of a simple IMAGE, The only thing that can bring back all that you have lost, People may not be with me but i will always have their Picture or the image that i have drawn being with the ones that was close to my heart, That are the IMAGES that i will carry to the very end of my time,
Of this life I am wondering.
Of this life I am wondering.
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