The Unexpected

And how does it feel when the train comes out of a long dark tunnel...especially when you are totally unaware of the route...the jungles here and a aloof hamlet there..the fulminant light is unexpected,dragging you out of that short period of stupor...
and when when sailing with the notes of some cliche music notes,suddenly a wavy smooth stream of mellifluous flute comes dancing in your ear...unexpected...such a pleasing shock...you take time to absorb it...
yeah the unexpected...when you are standing at the ocean's shore looking at the point where sky merges with water..thinking about a remote picture..a remote emotion in future and suddenly an unexpected wave washes you off...
the joy of unexpected..am i waiting for one?? such a irony...i will have to stop waiting for it...thinking about it...otherwise will it be unexpected anymore??

Waiting...

I am standing at the edge...at the skyline perhaps because I was so blinded by the illusion of touching the space with a stretch of hand and now out of the folds of the illusion,I am standing here to get engulfed again...but this time it should not be the illusion to wrap around,nor the hopes...no not specially the hopes. Because I will come out of the illusions by the fall of this night or by tomorrow's twilight but hope will never let me see the morning's sun ever..I would be always trapped in it.
I am waiting for the turning of this zephyr into a gale which will carry me off away from this world of soft dreams,slight efforts and breezy promises to one of riveted dreams,passionate efforts and enduring promises..
I am waiting for the wave which will absorb all of my apprehensions,which will define me complete,which will mark me perfect and will engulf me...take me with itself into the ocean of pleasing stupefaction, never to give me back to the Earth...
I am waiting...