Wind on face

I walk here on this beautiful land of ours interiors of Tamil Nadu. I wake up to a beautiful sunrise and am wished goodnight by a lovely stary sky. I do only the work I like , only how much I want. I walk freely , hardly anyone to interrupt me. I play guitar early morning and late evening. I read insightful books. I write/sing songs, poems for my beloved. I spend hours dreaming about love and life. I feel confident. No dent of negativity. I am excited about tomorrow, contented by today. I feel loved, cared. I feel respected. I feel lucky and honored. I feel talented. I feel ecstatic.

Then comes the wind from the north , touching my face in the dark still hour when every one else on this land is asleep except me ,frogs and few puppies. This wind tells me something, it bring a message from unknown saying - Still its not enough. Infact its too less. There is much ...much much more to life that all this. There is a world beyond. There is something beyond you and me. There is a lot that's invisible , incomprehensible. The mystery is immense, beauty endless. The thirst for knowing what is ....what lies at the core ...is extremely painful. I love it. I love me. I love life.