Whispering Eternity in Everyday Moments...



    There are days when I pause not out of tiredness, but out of reverence. A bird resting on the wire, an old woman’s smile, the smell of soil after rain all these remind me that life isn’t rushing toward an endpoint. It’s unfolding, slowly, like the figures on Keats’ Ode on a Grecian Urn, forever in motion, yet forever still.

    Keats said, “Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all  Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.” I never quite understood it until I stopped trying to chase grand things. I began to find beauty in the mundane. In the steam of morning coffee, in the crooked laughter of my friend, in the silence after a storm. These weren’t just fleeting things; they were truths. They didn’t ask to be remembered, but they stayed with me.

    I remember one evening, standing alone on my terrace. The sky was painted with golden orange, the kind of colour you can’t mix with any brush. For a moment, I felt infinite, as if I too were etched into time like the urn's dancers. I had no answers, but I didn’t need them. I felt complete.

    Life doesn’t always come with clarity or perfection. Some days break me. Some heal. But in all of it, I try to look closely. I try to celebrate not because life is flawless, but because it is fragile and fleeting.

    The urn tells us that beauty endures even when voices fade. I believe that too. So I choose to live gently, gratefully. To see poetry in people. To honour the ordinary. Because sometimes, the quietest moments carry the loudest truths.

And that, to me, is enough.

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  1. Dr. S. MasimalarJune 22, 2025 at 11:38 PM

    Secret behind life unveiled.

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  2. profsuganyapmt@gmail.comJune 23, 2025 at 5:49 AM

    Great thoughts Subash.M no words to express.Good Keep moving , still expecting more outcomes.👍👏

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