Sunday, October 12, 2008

Hibernation Thoughts


Been away from the world at large, partly abstinence and partly other factors. And whatever be the reason, it always works. In kicking up some dust, inside. Reminded of those ancient sages who withdrew into the forests, to do their share of tapasyas, of self denial, self restricted procedures to attain penance, atonement??? Well, all the same, was blessed with some ‘sense’ and not sure if it was enlightment, but some insights definitely. Was caught in some situations, instances which did seem to reinforce or reinstate the fact that there is a Force acting upon us, whose modus operandi is way beyond our comprehension. And when we begin to see each hurdle or blockade as an implant, which makes us aware of a veering point, to steer us onto something more relevant or more promising, things become easier and clearer. As age creeps in, such spiritual stuff stealthily trickles in i guess! Not that i mind, when the awareness of self becomes more lucid, there is so much more peace; and ofcourse Nirvana is not what I'm in search of, but still, when some answers are revealed, you cannot be but grateful, amidst your reigning perennial internal chaos!

Other pearls of wisdom, acknowledged were, that ties and bonds made, held close and cherished once, will remain. Your attempts at flaming or dousing them, is not going to yield remarkable results. They are like diamonds, though take their time in forming, will be around alright, for some eons to come. It remains, a diamond to one, and sadly comes across as a carbon structure to another. But it remains, no denying, etched. AND once the structure if formed, there is absolutely no point in trying to mould it, roll it, or play around with, at will. Its worth is, for what it is, not what it can be. Saddens to realise, that it fails to be accredited, and the sparkle being lost somewhere along.

Lots more churning thoughts, but its getting too stuffy i guess, so shall stop for now....

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Depth


How deep are your thoughts? How deep is your knowledge? How deep is your commitment? How deep are your feelings? How deep is your insight?

Have a feeling that I have been slowly, but surely growing shallower by the day. Have been one, to always stress upon this ‘depth’ factor. Would always like to adhere fast to it, and have to an extent. But then there are times when you can sense your shallowness, cockiness, frivolity mocking at you from afar, or maybe not so far. When you tend to waddle and wobble in ‘shallow waters’ for reasons beyond my realms of comprehension. When you refuse to, or there is this reluctance to leave the play-pen, while being totally aware of the futility of the whole exercise or play or foolery.

Depth would equate to entrenchment. Firmness. Strength. What I am – pliable, not rigid. Solid, not stiff. Rooted, not immovable!! So, based on this self-analysis I see myself, as a swaying grass, touched by the breeze, scorched by the sun and drenched by the rains, and still hold on fast to my ground, held by my strong roots which run deep!


(who said writing is not a cathartic tool!)

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Impetuous

Impetuous wanna be;
spell it out?
wild rush of adrenaline
screeches to a halt.

clenched fists
lips drawn thin;
puckered brows
silent screams.

tumultuous moments
comes to naught.
rage at self
and at, what.

sense
blame
swear
stay.

Friday, September 5, 2008

Dil hai tho phir dard hoga….
Goes the lyrics;
Dil.
where is it?
See no trace….


When does it rise from its slumber,
When does it take form, in a flash
When does it dance in merriment,
When does it turn fragile, as glass?

When does it wilt and swoon,
When does the pain seep in,
When does the hollow echoes boom,
When does the aching silence fill in?

Comfortably numb.

No signs of discomfort or pain
No alarming variations.
No blocks or 'chokes' detected.
Normal ECG.
Diagnosis - Condition of the heart, perfect.
(or so it seems...)

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Motley thoughts


Geometrical precision, in folding napkins, laying the table, slicing the fish, rolling out the rotis, or be it the everyday dosa!!! Phew had my share, and gasp for some loads of imperfection! Led me to think, how the 'quirk' in me always tend to be drawn by the slightly askew blade of grass, the slightly offshade leaf, the slanting or irregular writing, what always draws my attention or rather interest has been something not precise, not definite, not what you would expect something to be. And this line of thought further led me to come to terms with the fact, as to why the groove in which I am expected to stay put, becomes a rut, soon! Maybe, mebe, the 'creative', 'artistic' streak in me screams for more shades, more hues, more muddle, more swirls, more zing!!! God save me!! :)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Not in my DNA definitely......
But,
as i pluck at the strings,
eyes sting,
blurs for a while,
an ache,
that seems to stay
deep down,
and as i pluck at the strings,
seems to surface
afresh,
memories washing ashore,
words
in mid air,
said and unsaid,
as i pluck at the strings,
of my leaden heart....