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Etching On.

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Etching Patterns of thoughts on the papyrus of our mundane lives..

Designs we croon into the ear of our twin incarnation..

Curved stretches curbing across the mounts..the will, the wish..

Binding with the harsh breath..mellow at times.. juggling at times..

Strolling across to plot a breathless life..

 

Stumble over potholes dug by our own soles, Hasn’t thee rolled over, traced back, and strutted along then?

Yet the path of etched drawls back and forth scuttering on..

Inking on.. smug.. or giggly.. dreadful or greedy.. smiling through the blots of ink..

In hope in faith.. for trusting to be bound by fate.. we etch on..

 

A kind samaritan spinning the fate.. whispering incantations to string fate to wish..

A mildly fulfilled soul springs along.. sketching butterflies..

And yet then. droplets of pain blotch the ink just along the curve..

 

Words lack depth one might say.. as the heart fails to siphon strings of syllables

Wishing to only tell stories of memorable cons, fortitudes.. innocence and love..

How often has thy samaritan hidden in the cave of doubt?

How often does thee ponder of ways to escape the designs?

Trapped in thy own breath, memories and desires..?

 

Or did the benign fisherman row thee  across?

I think he did.. didn’t he?

Anew bridge..anew sketch..

Anew binding of faith and fate..as thee etches on..

 

P.S- Random thoughts, random sketch as I try to drown myself in something mundane.

 

 

 

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Pain in love..

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In moments when the haunting murmurs in you heart spurn…

Tunnel through the dark passages..

Blood runs cold.. And the heat swirls in your head.. 

In moments when love feels like pain..

And pain like love.. 
Who has your breath in a hitch.. 

Who is thy master? Thy self? Thy trampled heart, trembling nerves…

Which side of the sun are you on?

 The cold night or the scorching blow of highland heat waves?

Where do you look to? In whose words do you find solace..
Which side of that man must you dwell with?

Which face of the man must you love.. And must you decipher.. Must you lie to yourself of?

There is the growling animal and there is the swooning dove.. Both within one..

Both tied into one… Which do you see? Which do you love?

The questions, the whys and the why nots..
Should be.. Could be.. Wouldn’t be…

The becoming we are all taught.. 

The love we are taught to see..

Aren’t we tangled and knotted in love with idea of it..

I detest love.. As much as I crave it..

I disbelieve thee.. As much as I see it.. 

And yet the nuisance of pain.. It speaks only of love..

As though it croons for thirst.. The elusive love..

It’s pain in love.. And it’s pain “in love”

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Device to creation

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.

 

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Run to yourself 


Run.. Run fast.. Faster than you can.. And are..
It’s time.. It’s going to be time soon..

Time to loose all you always have had.. 

All you have always wanted..

Which is abosolutely always a goal post away from what you have needed in your soul.

Things are falling apart as you run..

 But you shall run to shatter all and keep none.. 

For you have had nothing at all with you..
But know it as you run.. So you shall never stop…

Run far away from those voices that nail your mind to the known platitudes..

The light moves farther away.. Flickering and gloating..

Or calling like a long lost brother..

It’s your eye that shall ascertain..

Run faster..as fast you can my dear child..

And friends turn into mere flecks of passing shadows..

Run to the ghosts that haunt you..

Or shall I say …run to peel away those haunting layers from your life…

Run.. Run far away to hide your fears in no finite substance..

Run towards yourself.. 

Away from your name.. Only towards yourself..

Find what is garnered in that haven. 

Find what has never been yours but is and shall be you as you run.

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Is there a divide between noon and night..

Is there a divide between noon and night..

A switch at a blink from illuminated to gulping blackness..

It’s a crest and trough..

One slopes into the other..

And even the light, it frames shadows.. casting into itself..

And darkness is luminous..Stars and moon adoring it..

Aren’t they two brothers, At dusk and dawn one brother embraces the other….

Light fades into its shadows… and the darkness pans into land and breeze..

Even as the moon seeks parting for moments into the clouds

Turning its back on us every fortnight..

Yet the dark in those times is blistered by winking lights..

 

Which side is wrong and which is right?

Are the two ever apart? Does light ever truly leave the dark and dark, the light?

Can man confirm his bondage to right selfless?..

Ain’t the truth mutable, driven by shades of human desires,

Which right must he choose and which truth must he drape his days with?

Is the light the true right, harmless in intention,

And  does it speak all the truth..or only its own ?

And the dark, the brother, shameless, without any truth of its own?

 

 

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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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Hungry hearts..Tender wishes

Tenderly touch the singed skin, gathering dust at the edges of the deep well,

Deep well..burnt into the bones, skeletal heart, skeletal soul..

Tenderly fill those pores with your sweet breath..

No..my loving friend..clasp not in roughened flesh.. peel not with lustful gaze..

Let magic of thy touch sound in that abyss echoing in my soul..

Engulf my heart in thy loving gaze, strand it in a hypnotic haze..

 

The heart exhales harshly, arrhythmic symphonies..

Tender..lighter..softer..Soothe the strings with its verbose vibrations, A tone shall fall.. a tone shall rise..

Thy breath, thy strings lull the breeze..Designs thee forges in the blowing laze..

Let the song linger in thy smile, sing to my hungry heart with an inflamed passion for love and life..

Tales of solitary love, only yours and mine,

My finger tips, your softened lips, slip the symphony to my soulful mind..

 

Might thee dance..close me in thy arms?

Waltz heedless to insufferable sores beneath our scalded feet,

Tuck my presence under your skin..

 At the doorstep of darkness every night.. Feel my heart stride alongside in your might

In the daylight on your side, fill me with every delight that rests in your eyes..

Might we stretch the rendezvous to last forever..

Let the myth-forever- lie in its croft, and our illusions slay it to deep slumber..

 

Cries of nasty fate..Sins seeking shelter in the script of its craft ways..

Forgive me should I shed heavy tears,

Forgive me should I dost thy soul any wrongs, scar any spots..

Lead me back to the solace that rests in our eyes… 

Take me to the land of wilderness, where reside neither haste of promises..

Nor burden of its unfulfilled lies….

Where neither asphalted paths fenced with wooden works are carved in loss and pain..

Nor whisper creatures words that speaketh of the same..

 

Hungry we are for the ripened fruits of the paths.. that hang in pure pearl like beauty..

Where underneath the generous trees, in their shade,we rest arm in arm, tasting the sultry sweetness in the misty air..

Let our anguish blend..let the sorrows seep to the seas..

Lets feed our hearts with treasure from the shores.. hidden between the twisty cores of shells..

Hungry hearts.. tender touch….caress’s our flesh..inhales our soul the melodies of our breath..

Come dear loving friend, lets ride on this road in the delusional fog to an unhinged end ..

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Live Like a Child

Live Like a Child

I was born.. but I found not the meaning of birth..

If you died, A sudden embark to a land beyond.. You couldn’t fathom death either..

I lived an innocence.. Forgotten for long..Then I lived in it from the out..

The fight for a candy.. Moments pass… huddled together with silly smiles..pink tongues..

Candies.. toys.. A run across the fields heedless of the sundown.. or the scorcher sunshine…

I felt the hallucinations we impose on thy innocence… I felt the trysts we curse it with..

Now you are mashed, molded, drained, rushing towards a speck of life you see afar.. ..

You know your colors well, but see them as spots.. Unseeing them in nature’s joyous endowment..

You know the variances.. but you forgo.. then turn away from the nature of their wondrous existence..

But I lived in it from the out.. you must to.. Because it’s in you, waiting to clutch your finger with its tiny palm..

Flip the pages of your learnt lyrics of life to the moments you cherished as a child..

Fight not for lands.. Fight not for the end you know not of.. be not a foe to a brother in another color..

Be not in combat with kindness.. let it sway you to the hedge of your paths..

Let it lead you to the forest of fallen leaves..  yellow..green..orange.. dancing colors on the trees..

Fear not the paths yet to come.. fluster not about the paths you leave..

Run in the fields as you would.. for you live a life unknown..

To know you must live like nature..  Flair in colors that make you smile

Stagger not my child, autumn is here..

The crisp sound as you walk.. is the sound of a new flourishing time to come..

I reveled in living.. Skipping away from the ways to live..

I cradled the child.. nudged it awake..teaching it to breathe again.. as if a baby in deep slumber..

One fine day..soon you might serve nature your bequest.. A creation..

Then you might know birth.. the tears of joy would stir you eyes..and your heart..

Death of thy friend is sad for footsteps are heard no more..

It made me stop in my trial.. leaves breathed no more.. only the sun flickered in my  eyes..

Memories in the wrinkled minds.. soft fragrance blows in the breeze..ruffles your feathered mind..

Your friend..Your brother…you sister..the hands you held.. and the sunshine..

The autumn leaves and the colors that ravished the fields.. fill your heart with the music of past joy…

Your heart with sweet smiles.. the moments you lived like a child..

To the beyond them might pass… and you might pass..

But the winds shall remember the brush of your smile as you ran and you lived like a child.

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Aah… Those Ladies

I came across a picture of many ladies standing in a group and well they all looked so happy..there was something so alive and powerful about that picture..so I had to pen down these thoughts.

I am reminded of my grandmom and my grandad too..I had little time with them..but to me both were the picture of benevolence and power. And I see many wise women fighting for their families and their rights tirelessly, and we have much to learn from them:) And I loved the picture:)

Aah… Those Ladies

There is something about that lady, all those ladies,

Have you seen them smile, all white and eyes sparkling in glory..

Age defied by the lines crinkling at the corners..

Unaware of the beauty that exhales with their walk..

A stature that draws your soul to bloom.. look up from the drooping petals that you hide in..

 

Oh the fight that fences their eyes..and palms open wide..

Shoulders rise questioning the callous world..

Grim lines stretch along that fiery face..

Vengeance not spiteful yet exuding power almost godlike..

 With a feisty, yet calmingly shrewd aura, the words from tongues and eyes befall on the ears..

 Deaf and down trodden stare, aghast, awed, stirred in their hearts and minds..

A challenge summoning the world to rise above its apathetic forms..And norms..

 

Await rains..To fight with faith.. they teach us..

Drought is bound by nature to torture with thirst and hunger..

Tragedy to haunt our lives.. Savage are nourished to be pitiless..

And yet all are hapless against the turns of the earth.. the spinning of time..

The twists in the seasons.. from forlorn wait..to shady winters..

To scorching summer and the rains that wash away all the filth..the sorrow..the dread..and the scum..

Those rains shall leave your breath clean, your hearts effervescent shall find wonder and courage in thyself..

 

Aah those ladies, their lives, their stories of tears both merry and forlorn.. Regale your heart with hope..

Palms open..Arms embracing you with an exuberant warmth.. you are her child not from her womb..

Her friend.. Whoever you might be.. You find love trailing their eyes…

And each passing moment they whisper with their smiles, with their touch and speak in wringing tones..

“From the depths of our wells of righteousness shall rise our will to stand in the face of the storms..”

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She dyes herself

She dyes herself in blue, your poison,

She dyes herself in red, her love, your portrait

She dyes herself black, her hideout, her darkness,

She dyes herself in the sky; hope to fly, to touch the heaven in her mind,

She dyes herself in autumn yellow; she is your sunshine, as she is her own,

The cold winter shrinks your flesh; and hardens your whimpering soul,

She is the knitted blanket, the warmth in the crackling fire, as you doze into theland afar,

She dyes herself in lustrous green, beauty you see as silence engulfs your soul,

Rains have lashed and left, but her beauty, green droplet endowed on nature,

She dyes self in fluorescence, so you might just be blinded by her zest for light,

She dyes herself in the color of your eyes, her penchant to liven them and live in them,

She is the brown earth, her endurance of life, her endearment as she shields you in her bosom,

She is peace, she is freedom, she is embellished only by the serene plain sky, white clouds, her love for you in eternity,

She is the colors of her life, her own streaks, her own blends,

And she braves the wars, drenches in your tears, in your marooned blood,

She stays fastened to you, your life she holds close to her soul,

You tell me, who she is? You know here, you think of her, she could be anything and anybody,

She is the colors, the picture you painted in your mind’s eye.

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