A Resolution

Lying on the sofa I listen to others talk all day

But couldn’t spare a moment to listen to my own sound.

I went to theater to watch others act and dance

Came home happy and never regretted that I forgot to learn the rhythm of my own body.

Other day went to museum and looked at the arts and paintings of the famous

But took no time out to create my own picture.

Opened the computer and read the opinions and critiques with great intensity

But my own thoughts were undetected and untouched moving in an out swiftly

Like people hurrying in and out of revolving door.

Whatever little I did got wiped out with time’s duster leaving some hazy lines on my mantel.

The day was fervid with indulgence.

Later in the day I sat in patio

The indolence of the day started to disappear like the shadowy sketches of leaves vanishing one by one from patio wall with the setting of sun.

The night fell and hours moved in unbroken dark silence

Leaving an uneasy impression upon me  

Aimlessly I watched the moon and stars.

It was their turn to create a design on night’s black board

Even though it will get wiped out tomorrow.

All of a sudden I couldn’t wait for dawn to break.

When morning comes,

I will reopen the empty canvas of my life under the sun’s golden rays

And paint with colors of dawn

A picture of my sound, my rhythm and of my movements

And offer it to eternity to save on the Facebook of its grand design

As I drifted in to sleep a resolution floated around me like a faint light beam floating in the room.