Some moments stolen at afb....

Silence is beautiful....though earlier it never seemed.
You feel like drowning in the moments around,
Which surround you like soft cushions
Whose texture seems to merge with the thin air.
And still, you can sense nature play its chant
The streaks of sunlight playing hide and seek
On the needle-shaped leaves of the yellow bamboo
Bamboo that seems to be painted yellow,
A hue too human to exist by itself.
And that reminds me of its secretive presence
In the green rose that glows with its silent shade.
The broken petals nested amidst the lotus leaves
The array of leaves that seem to enjoy the order
Since the day Creation crept in.
Swinging in response to the mischievous tickling breeze
But, outside lies a different world,
Which I'm constantly a part of.
The sudden cry of a raven reminds me of it.
And I long to sit here for hours to come.
Reading people as they come and go.
Living fractionally as a part of their lives
The multitude that surrounds keeps changing
And, at the end, its only me...