Hi all.. bit of a long post..a few thoughts about living without infringement of artificial devices.. about hope:)
Device to creation
The glare of the machines, ain’t it piercing your eyes..?
Ain’t your brain mewling in puddles yet?
Or is it numb.. Static.. Too hefty for reception of candid natural frequencies..
The titter in your back pocket, The rings of banter…glib chatter..
Moments lost with the mind in the cloud.. watching the creations through a lens..glued unto itself
Looking at expressions in loosely connected words of others… through the machines..just looking
Do you not want to express? Do you not want to leave yourself behind in the dust.. Become the morsels.. Feel the friction..
Galvanize with those expressions?
The cloud .. Ain’t it suckling on the juices of thy mind.. transmitting posed moments about the world seen not..
The square shaped device.. all the heart has to say and mind has to spawn ..spilled into it..hopes of another catching a whiff..
Aren’t you a device yet? Mind glazed, buttons rickety?
4 thick walls… a glass window… And knots in your heart..
None to drown your evenings with..
None to delve deeper with, wander around with on trails of thoughts..
Lonesome.. unlearnt and deaf to the sound of the life created as it was..
Music of the Life thee was created into.. melancholy and gay.. yet riveting and arousing..
There is none of that now.. The time has spindled back..
Roll back… daze into a time before it all..
Resting in a shack.. Skin to skin with the earth.. blinking at the day from the window of thy soul..
At the foot of the hills dressed in clouds.. Tresses grey.. White..in a whirlwind..
Clouds like typhoon around the sun.. sauntering around the mountains at its mundane pace..
Stroll miles along the slippery path…lush green hedges..
Drenched Muddied path.. Water seeps through pores from nowhere..
Rough boulders piled in heaps..purple weeds peaking from amidst…
Gusts of wind.. Tinge of salt in the airs..Climb atop… To the breathless expanse befriending the horizon..
The eyes meet salvation in such formidable yet unhinged nature..
The brazenly beautiful sight of the ocean..
Somber Waves Caressing the sand..
Feisty waters rising , crashing until called back to the ocean.. It’s true home..
Muffled laughter of lads savoring their freedom..mingled with lull of the sea..
Maidens gay with laughter.. Women soaking the sun… cajoling their dumplings..
Chattering of their lives.. some mellow.. some shelving the sorrows in their eyes..
Yet all in their hearts.. knowing the pain of the other.. glowing in the happiness of the other..
Ain’t thy heart alive.. Almost as though thy first breath is relived every passing minute..
Mind hungry.. And yet free from shackles.. Clinging to nothing..
Breathing just as thee is.. In soothing harmony with the ensembles of the Jarring beauty..
Filled with hope… Ain’t your heart smiling into you? Almost as though your long time mate.. Closest confidant..
Thy is Feasting on the simplicity… yet the unbridled truth of creation that engulfs thee..
If thee sauntered into the fields of imagination.. Or swung with the true ripples of nature..
The parchment waiting.. for the spill of secrets you unearth from the day..
Would be inked with the vibrant freedom that thy mind is engrossed in.
Lost and found you are , as you was.. One with the permeating nature of glorious creation.