Monday, June 2, 2008

Spring will come....

A note written one cold evening in winter in the midst of frustrations:

The frosty wailing winds in the bleak days of winter seem like an eternal curse. The barren sky is a desert devoid of birds. The early morning wooly mists feel like swarms of stinging bees. The earth looks like the blacksmith's anvil and the water is as tough as the sledgehammer. Activities are restricted, actions are constricted and thoughts are icebound. The naked trees with their naked soul stand in agony. The trees, that were once genial green stands in an icy silence impelling the question 'why?' It makes one wonder, would they have screamed if they could have. Early hours of morning people huddle around tea shop, with a glass of tea wrapped around their palms, trying to get a comfort from some heat conducted from the hot glass. The dank evening pervades early and people make a little fire from the remains and other stuffs saved, scavenged and they cuddle around it in a close circle. Their cold hand outstretched towards the small blazing fire to steal a wee bit of warmth. Darkling, blanket seems like it will keep us warm and it is our friend. Yet thoughts are drifted towards the dread that they might cover us in darkness forever. The battle rages against the unpleasant chills of the winter that burns the bones with a blazing sear. A second feels like an hour an hour feels like a day, yet we try to believe in the quote 'nothing lasts forever'.
We all live our life in winter with a hope, a glimmering hope that keeps us going against the laments of winter, the hope of spring. In every winter of our lives the reason remains the same, to look forward for that moment when we can see the splendors of spring once again. Spring will come, spring will come and it is bound to come. The blessing of spring will surely come around with the bountiful pleasure of nature at its pinnacle. The meadows will flourish once again, bringing forth the supple leaves and confetti of flowers. The emerald green will bring the warm thoughts with green shades. The clear skies of the spring, the chirping of the birds, the song of the tiny hummingbirds, the flock of cranes, the spring torrents, the rippling of the leaves as a gust of spring wind blows through the swaying trees, the spectrum the blooming colorful flowers that imparts the sweet fragrance in the mild air, the buzz of the busy bees, the grace of butterflies...

11 comments:

salik said...

“Spring will come, spring will come and it is bound to come.”

Mirza Ghalib (don’t remember the exact lines though) wrote- “what’s use now, O breeze,/that the spring has come/for both my garden and the flowers are gone…”

But yes, the spring is bound to come… I wish it could break the rule once- just once and come before its usual time…

MprofIT said...

Wonderfully Written. Liked your style of expression.

Happy Blogging

msharma said...

This post made me nostalgic for a moment. I went back to those wintery mornings that I spent in Nepal. Waking up early in the morning, getting ready to go to the college and stopping by the "chiya" stand for the cup of refresing hot tea. Nothing has been able to replace that feeling not even the best coffee I ever had!

Very nicely done Nepali Akash.

Nepali Akash said...

yes salik,

i bet the spring will actually bring the web conference as well.. whats going on buddy?

mprofit, thanks for your kind words.
msharma, sometimes a little sense of deja vu surely cheers your mind and soul, aint it?

Salik said...

I got it...

What matters it, O breeze,
If now has come the spring
When I have lost them both
The garden and my nest?

nadzeem said...

wa... great n nice place...

welcome to my page ya!!

aAkaR said...

के हो फोटो खिच्न छाडेर लेख्नथालेको हो कि के हो ? anyway, nice piece of writing... spring will come...

उजेली said...

मेरो ब्लग हेरिदिनुभएकोमा धेरै धेरै धन्यवाद !
आउँदा दिनमा पनि यस्तै सहयोगको आशा राख्दछु ।

www.guffgaaf.blogspot.com

उजेली said...

मेरो ब्लग हेरिदिनुभएकोमा धेरै धेरै धन्यवाद !
आउँदा दिनमा पनि यस्तै सहयोगको आशा राख्दछु ।

www.guffgaaf.blogspot.com

उजेली said...

मेरो ब्लग हेरिदिनुभएकोमा धेरै धेरै धन्यवाद !
आउँदा दिनमा पनि यस्तै सहयोगको आशा राख्दछु ।

www.guffgaaf.blogspot.com

leology said...

Details nicely counted into words. an intricate decoration of the work overall, awarding choice of the words.
Spring will come . The nation will breathe, flowers will get pollinated, butterflies and bees , vigorous nation, a nation wit a new decree, peace n tranquility will outdo the turmoil.

आउछ..त्यों अवश्य आउछ!
मात्र समय लाई थाहा हुदो
त्यों न आई कसरी रहन्छ
अस्तित्तोबिहीन स्वोतंत्र, लोकतंत्र, ?
देशभक्ति, पहाडी, मधेसी, हिमाली
सबैको गुनाशो शान्ति ...
आउछ..त्यों अवश्य आउछ!
त्यों आउनै पर्छ!
त्यों आएर नै छोड़छ !