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Crookedly Woven Thoughts

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Where must the mind land? Where must it traverse to?

It must speak for itself to rise and draw on the versatile goodness of fate…

It wishes to grapple in the light just as it does in the dark..

Must it bow, must it be, must it take flight? And in direction ??

Now it speaks a mingled concoction of crookedly woven thoughts..

 

 

Ain’t there enough food on the streets to feed this epidemic of scarcity?

Ain’t there enough love in your heart to heal all the hurt?

Ain’t there enough dust settling on the blood to awaken the heartless with its stench?

 

 

There are ghastly streets, rotten drunkards, thirsty for more,

There is enough monsterity to hope for a shower of hailing empathy..

A desperate need to be rescued from depths of such self destruction..

 

 

Was man born only to rinse swords in tears..

Do those who suffer only remember of the ways to inflict?

The wars of despondency, a continuum of repulsive deeds ,

As human strides round and beneath..away from its naive beginning..

Representing the darkness mounted beneath the sheath of our existence..

 

 

For words to leave the bindings and reveal the intentions of the mind..

The heart must pace with the subtly settling, unknowingly induced pain..

Settling pain is unsettling, unnerving, ain’t it?

 

 

In wars, how must the heart clamber out to help itself?

 

Is life a war?  In ways it strives to derive the worth of time..

An urgency to grope for what is and isn’t yours,

What exists, just tumbling and rising on pillars of man’s uncertain designs..

A struggle to win hearts.. A struggle pacify the reflections in others..

A desire to be owned , A desire to own..

The wry ways of this human embodiment..

Darn the pain.. Darn the seemingly sodden truth..

 

 

Must I say something nice? I shall..

Heart must clot its wounds…

The man, must keep on keepin on..

And the light shall reach you as it stretches across to save us all..

Maybe there is love, hidden at the corners of your eye..

Maybe there is love, trembling to be undone on the ridge of your lids..

Maybe there is love in the hearts of the diseased.. maybe it will be find the hope..

And we shall smile in unison.. as plainly as the child does.. without reason..

In supple ways, maybe light will find all of us.

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Musings on time

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A grey sheath of stagnant silence…

Soluble darkness..

Dissolution into the surreal flow of night..

Punctured..embellished by the notion of time..

 

Rioting mind muses on..

Only the tick-tock of a mundane clock..

Piercing, distracting.. the still flow..

Ripples of time.. penetrating the mum..

The curve of a ripple postulates a moment..

The tick enunciating the bend..a crisp of time..

 

As life strolls in the direction unknown..

And shreds life into the passage past..

Like the leaves of deciduous tree..

Speaks through the crumpling murmurs of it..with it..it the mind..

The mind.. voices pivoting into their own helix..

It wonders..saunters into realms unbound..

“How can time be still, flow and yet wither away?”

A dimensionless entity.. like the surreal night..

Only absorbed and imprinted on the mind..

 

 

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Oh Shush Shush

A piercing splinter tears apart the soul’s periphery.

I ponder; did a cane pass through dragging, leave behind what it wouldn’t miss?

Or a rose placed artfully on the soul grow on its thorn, It was plucked leaving behind the prickly bit..

It’s such a blur; it won’t stall for a moment of retrospect or introspect,

Breath is the wind blowing the wretched splinter in circles, a horrendous stormy weather,

It leaves thy home in a pile of powdery remains, clustered fragments of curtained images…

It leaves thy inner child panting and wheezing, clutching in places,

Colored in red-brown dust, the color of eyes, the color of blood,

 A darting arrow from the eyes of the strangest stranger splits it open..

The color of the red syrup slurps through the tear, The wound is to be dug deeper before healed..

The heart is to die again..and again and again.. 

In penance for the acts of desperation; Death of the heart is necessary,

Pain is an addiction, It traps your breath, But you are left feeling alive, just alive is the real alive;

It is audaciously exchanged for the empty vastness, where one is not in the desert, but beneath it..

 

Oh shush shush, silence the sounds of the restless breaths,

 And the splinter shall stall for a moment of freedom and rest,

Raise thy torrid eye, look into the sky,

Watch the clouds afloat, row through still air, silent breeze;

 Watch the sky crack to reveal a bluer stillness,  

Oh shush shush..

Breeze flows on the tracks of life, life that thrives in arid, humid, torrential days and climaxes,

 Felt in the eyes, like a feathered touch on the skin, the unruffled flow of life in the strangest of times,

 Flutters of the tiny sparrow’s wings, sudden thrashing and then for a moment afloat in the lazy wind,

Reaching her nest after a day of grains, straws and droplets of water,

Rampaging from wall to wall, beneath rare shadows and scorching rays,

The quivering tips of darkest of green leaves swaying in surrender, slightest momentum released,

Oh shushed are you?

Does the pain now sail away with the breeze?

 Does the vacuum fill with sights of nature, the tiniest electrifying moments, the miraculous breadth of life?

The splinter slain to unconsciousness, Breathe in deep the peculiar scent of nature afresh,

Dear mind, Oh shush..ponder away from consciousness drugged in constant spiralling stale pain,

Stride into the invigoratingly alive life, Stroll away from thy own trepidations,

For the cures, the answers lie in the breeze, the clouds..

The flutter and the quiver, the tremor as nature breathes with thee in solace,

Carrying you to home indeed, Releasing you to breathless nomadic winds, just as you are..only standing there..shushed in your heart.

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Darkness and light.. their ways

Darkness and light.. their ways

The ways dark, blackness put you at ease,

You stand on that road, amidst the yellow,, greying forest..

And the wolfish clouds threaten, a low rumble.. the night is here before time..And it will now drench in past waters..

You swam across that river.. dried it is now, 

But as you stare into the black space.. the rain splash.. your skin sucks it in..Like marsh would suck you in..

Drops cling to the lashes,, and you are blinded by your past waters..

The darkness… the pain.. is so familiar.. and so soothing..

Though your breath is siphoned and locked in your mind….

You only have to stand still…and let the clouds resurrect the pain.. the stings of the vines..the thorns.. the bone shattering edges.. 

In the darkness… no one can see you.. and you can see nothing but the blackness that infuses into you.. invades your mind.. 

And the longer you stood there.. and the oftener you stalled in your stroll.. the deeper the watery drugs would sink into you.. and you would sink into them..as though you are only afloat..

But to be at ease in the light..is the real test..

Light is trickery.. Darkness is just darkness..and the knowing this serves your restless mind no sleep..no peace..

You stand on the sun fed..shadow deprived road.. the shadows barely cross the hedges..

You are on the spin wheel and the road stretches ahead.. you stand on tiptoes.. walk on tiptoes..

But you see only as much as is reflected in your eyes..

You are heading into the unknown… beyond the horizon..

At each step autumn leaves.. decaying flowers.. lay abandoned on your path..

A new fragrance.. a flimsy rotten stench maybe.. a new sight…

anew sensations.. aspiration.. forbidden yet clawing thoughts… beautiful yet astray thoughts..

Words and anew renditions of your mind..stories spun rise to your throat..

And though your lips quiver.. and your throat is hoarse… you must tell those stories..

You must take that bus.. to that unknown place which was framed only in your mind..

The ease of light.. is that you see.. but you see not all…

The ease of darkness.. you reside in your mind’s darkened well…

You live in comfort of known agony,

Safe within the walls.. whose artistic nuisances and cracks your eyes know well.. they ain’t cracking new cracks..

You are at ease with pain.. the sting with each lash of a drop..

The ease of light.. you walk through the minds of time and universe..

You live not slight.. but you live to see much more of the yards that time spins..

Not swinging at that roman numerical.. not revising as you swing back and forth..

But swing into a parallel universe at every click.. embracing the heated love.. or the frosty foe.

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