“Information is the only way we can time travel”
Just a quote which I read somewhere recently. Quite beatifically said. I have read two time travel based novels and reading one now. It is so fascinating to imagine and believe. For me visualizing the narration adds as much pleasure as the story itself. This thought about time traveling through the lanes of memory is a unique thought. I never thought of it that way. It adds more happiness to nostalgia. Everyone time travels to a past different time by remembrance and everyone time travels to a future different time by dreaming imaginatively. Lovely to know time and space are as big a concept as creation itself. They never cease to create a sense of wonder within ourself. Enjoy the everyday time traveling.
A long lazy night with music as company
Skipping the list of songs one after another
Finding nothing impressive as it used to be
Sleepless soul sees nothing beautiful as sleep
Laying sleepless with dreams of distant lands
Visions never seen before unfolds in front
Of the closed eyes and like magic you enter
Into the world of dreamers and dreams far
The chirps of evening birds, the whoosh
Of a distant falls, rabbits running home
Deers hopping swiftly, peacocks spreading
Squirrels eating fruits, sky pouring drizzles.
Walking down the less trodden mud lane
The night covers the forest and whooshing
Of the falls the only sound to be heard
The glorious moon on top of the hill
There seen was a yacht with the oars
Starting to sail along the flow of the water
Huge trees enveloping the banks of river
A tiny bridge bridging both the shores
Tie the boat on one shore, passed along
The little bridge and there you see a gate
Made of gold and silver glittering in the light
Of moon, without touching it opens to welcome
A fountain of water gliding like shining silver
A palace with the grandeur of the heaven
A door with a million holy bells ringing opens
Inside you get, there you see the unexpected..
Divinity of laying in mothers lap, finally I start sleeping.
When an angel reads..
When she is lost in it
When she traverses to a new universe
When her journey is still not over
Someone knocks in.
She being lost in the new world
Never heard the knocks
She enjoyed the adventures inside
She goes on reading
Loving the read and the journey.
Others can envision what she reads
But they never can enter her world
Where everything is beautiful
No one is foreign
And all wishes are fulfilled
The knocks continue..
She never woke up
The reality did not strike her
Her happiness never faded
She lived happily while reading.