Connecting the Dots

My truth is not your truth

Your reality isn’t my reality

There are numerous versions

Of the very same thing

Like the bright specks

On a clear night sky

A canvas of nothingness

Waiting for each one of us

To conjure!

To connect!

And come up with a pattern

Oh the joy of creating meaning!

A constellation of our own 

My Umbrella named Luminous

So it’s late in the night, as usual dogs are howling away to glory! Is it full moon today? I don’t know. It has been a while since I looked up at the sky; too busy clearing and emptying the clouds that surround in my life. Which reminds me of this long forgotten cartoon called Oswald. Now when I look back I find the whole concept so amusing yet so profound. We all have this cloud that moves along with us wherever we go. No matter what we do it just follows us. The more we run away the more it troubles us. It sure is intimidating initially, creating thunders deep in your bosom. Most of us seek the help of the umbrella, when the clouds burst and create a wrath like havoc. While some others brave the rains by themselves. I am an umbrella seeker. The shelter of this commonly used thing is undoubtedly comforting. The thing that I really like about them is they are really handy and are open to all your worries and at the end when they do bid adieu until next time, they do make sure that the silver linings are visible.