For A Moment and Once In a LifeTime..

As I sit by the window and look up with my head held up high, I remember the time when I scurried through my Life in a series of thoughts. It was a dream in which I foresaw Me and a realization deep underneath my conscience. It was a dream which'll probably come to you for a moment and once in a lifetime..

I'm 15 for a moment; caught in between 10 - 20 and I'm searching for a bright fire inside me which'll take me rushing through these heavy years. I look at the semi-half man inside the mirror. My new hairstyle looks cool and I walk away with the covering of corroborated hormonal change. There's time to push the future out of my abundant mind and straight into my newly wet hands. Rush of hormones spears and the man inside sprouts with a revelation of emotions as this moment passes with ease.

I'm 22 for a moment; caught in between my agile books and my wobbling future. With a submerged countenance I take guard of homely activities which circle around the new responsible and adult me. I steal a minute to give her a call. She feels better than ever and we're on fire. There's time to love and there's time to make this story last long in this robust heart. We make out and we make love. It's coming out clear on my feelings as a choice is made for my future too. I enter a new phase, a new world.

I'm 35 for a moment; with a little one by my side crying to the highest. I realize I'm on the other side of the path on which once I began. Everything inside me looks big and I always want to do the right thing. Fights seem less important as survival becomes my priority. I thrive for my little one and get all drizzling as she passes a beautiful smile. I feel blessed and hold my countenance as I chase the years of my life. I'm watching her favourite cartoon, there's a shower of reminiscence but I choose to be dry.

I'm 58 for a moment; with a broken expression and a slow heart, I open the door as my big cute doll comes in with a completely opposite expression of happiness. It makes me happy too and I smile to her mother who smiles back with comfort. It often feels cold when it's just spring. I can't help, I'm an old man now. With a cup of hot green tea, I sit down to read newspaper and without caring about the date, I read, "Everyone dies. Everybody loves and fights. Nothing is sound and Nothing is light". I realize time's passing like a blink of an eye and we're moving on.

I'm 75 for a moment; with my grandchild wetting the surface, I sigh and bend down with difficulty to clean. My doll's has a doll herself now. It feels great to have a large happy family! But my wife's sick and she says she must go. I try to take my mind off the fact that my child does not need me anymore. She's grown-up and she's gone. I hold Maria's hand and start the talk of our old memories. The old times, we realize, were so different and peaceful. I notice my shabby little home and turn on the heater.

I'm 92 for a moment; as the sky feels heavier and the world is beginning to fade away. I feel glad and proud that my daughter and her children are beside me, wishing for me. My bed is surrounded by kaleidoscopic medicines and injections. My skin feels wrinkled and dead, so it's easier for the needle to suck the blood. It hardly pains. I fear going outside for I may have an attack of complete change. My granddaughter reads to me, "The Little Mermaid". I sleep in between and the little one runs to her mom leaving me dreaming about my past life.

I'm 100 just for a moment; and I look back at the road I've painted. As I see my shining successors dancing over the road, I feel satisfied and gravity deep beneath. It feels time is closing on and the mighty is about to close my book. Just then I center all my energy and rise to sing a 7 liner song to my children. It's a dying man's creation and must not rhyme. It goes:

15, I am the choice waiting to egress.
22, I am moon with paramount light.
35, I am the rain drop falling down.
58, I am the world you left behind.
75, I am the sea with a moonless night.
92, I am the tear waiting to slide down.
100, I am an old mountain anticipating what I was made for. With all of my heart beats, my skin moves with an impediment of nerves and I'm closing down.

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Sun shines bright on my dark eyes and I suddenly realized that this is my  morning and that was a passed stormy day. That was a night when a dream dropped by, epitomizing this journey in pry.  It taught me that this is my life and today's all I've got now. I stretched my lips wider than I ever did and got up crooning, "Hello Good Morning, How ya do? What makes your rising sun so new?"

PS - This is my dream. I know I have missed many things in every age but that's how my Life was! Insecure and incomplete.