Ode to a solo Bougainvillea

It is in the simple elements that complexities of life are understood. Humankind is capable of so much understanding but we keep ourselves restricted from reaching that elevated self. The lockdown represents the astonishment as well as the relief beautifully, it gives us the opportunity to understand that mundanity is infact a gift, a gift that keeps giving!

In mundanity one spends time with the self and there lies the essence of human existence. Reminds me of the couplets often mentioned by Sufi poets and now transformed into gazals. We are going through this phase for a reason, a reason that does not need an explanation but infact living through the hours of silence. Nature mocks us and builds us up, it is for us to stay awake through the building up and sleep during the lull, that is how our soul is enriched. It is this balance that will present peace within, never without.