Horizon...

Dazzling lights...
I see...far on the side
this night.
There's always been this question...
after I reach...
What's next? What's beyond?
And in search I walk on...
Exhilaration... Mystery... Doubt... Danger... yes's... no's...it's all there...
part of a game...
Oblivion...that state of mind where everything else disappears...
Its wonderful...the delusion
Nothing is permanent...
Moments...meaningful...or otherwise
why should they be?
Live those moments
Move on...

Horizon...

Dazzling lights...
I see...far on the side
this night.
There's always been this question...
after I reach...
What's next? What's beyond?
And in search I walk on...
Exhilaration... Mystery... Doubt... Danger... yes's... no's...it's all there...
part of a game...
Oblivion...that state of mind where everything else disappears...
Its wonderful...the delusion
Nothing is permanent...
Moments...meaningful...or otherwise
why should they be?
Live those moments
Move on...

The long bus ride...

While travel gives the mind a respite, a temporary detour to disengage itself from its preoccupations, moving inside the city can be taxing by the end of the day ! The mind is dazed by the honking vehicles and the serpentine queue that they form. The walkman and the FM are a good company but as the dusk set in, closing eyes was the next best thing to do. Reaching home finally, the sound of the little bells of the 'sugarcane juice churning machine' was a welcome change. The sounds matched some pre-recorded decibles in the mind, of childhood days in Bhilai, bringing back memories of 'what finally being home meant'. It was music to the ears. Then still closer home, the melodious chant of 'Tripadi' (which I first heard from my mother-in-law who sings it well too), by a group of women completed the ritual of 'final home coming'. Am I happy to be a part of 'the quietness of home ?

The long bus ride...

While travel gives the mind a respite, a temporary detour to disengage itself from its preoccupations, moving inside the city can be taxing by the end of the day ! The mind is dazed by the honking vehicles and the serpentine queue that they form. The walkman and the FM are a good company but as the dusk set in, closing eyes was the next best thing to do. Reaching home finally, the sound of the little bells of the 'sugarcane juice churning machine' was a welcome change. The sounds matched some pre-recorded decibles in the mind, of childhood days in Bhilai, bringing back memories of 'what finally being home meant'. It was music to the ears. Then still closer home, the melodious chant of 'Tripadi' (which I first heard from my mother-in-law who sings it well too), by a group of women completed the ritual of 'final home coming'. Am I happy to be a part of 'the quietness of home ?

Blessings !

I am walking down the road..
when I look up to a shower of golden leaves...
Oh ! divine currency ? I think...
or a blessing time ?
whatever it is, I love the touch of the tiny darlings as they fall...
I catch one and hold it in my palms for a moment..
and then keep it safe in my purse...
I shall count on the miracle, which this trinket will bring...
Its fun to play again with self...
Wish I could get some stones to kick too...
which we did while walking to school !

Blessings !

I am walking down the road..
when I look up to a shower of golden leaves...
Oh ! divine currency ? I think...
or a blessing time ?
whatever it is, I love the touch of the tiny darlings as they fall...
I catch one and hold it in my palms for a moment..
and then keep it safe in my purse...
I shall count on the miracle, which this trinket will bring...
Its fun to play again with self...
Wish I could get some stones to kick too...
which we did while walking to school !

Nuances

Life's a music...
and you ?
rhythm ? the beats ? the humming...
whatever it is...
its painful....and a bliss too
the quest creates a path...
asks the soul to follow
and the soul ?
flouts all rules..
rises above all.. merrily, nonchalant...
its destiny its sure...

Nuances

Life's a music...
and you ?
rhythm ? the beats ? the humming...
whatever it is...
its painful....and a bliss too
the quest creates a path...
asks the soul to follow
and the soul ?
flouts all rules..
rises above all.. merrily, nonchalant...
its destiny its sure...