Conversations with nobody...

The unfinished lines in his mind, scatter across the landscape of emotions. Sometimes there is a finality in the  unspoken and the unwritten. The power of these words can resonate with those who live by the unspoken!

Some of us may travail in pain oblivious to the role of fate. It's through these difficult experiences one tries to find the strength. Some people find a life in a death. And some die with the dead. Grief knocks when one is most unaware. Sitting in a cab, looking out of the window, the rainbow dashes in a hurry, the rolling drops from the eyes are held along gently and are melted in the palette.

The mighty winter

Thrust of winter pushes against the spirit of the birds.
One of them decides to use up all its glory might and fly out.
Leaving the mighty winter miffed.

Even though the winter is miffed,
It secretly admires the courage of the bird.
The will, hope, love and strength to stare at the mighty winter, bites the frigidity of the mighty winter.

"Bite the mighty
Or shy away from it slightly
Dust the fears off
And take the flight lightly"

The return of the Sun

Looking up at the sky, made the child's heart dance to a joy, a joy unfelt by an adult, the kind of joy that reflected his feelings. With this new feeling, a new determined resolve to capture all the butterflies, he ran towards the beach.

"This is the way one should live, leave everything to destiny, the moment that one is in goes so un-lived as the moment's essence is lost by thinking what does the next one entail."

"plant a sapling... and nurture it to witness how it spirals into a tree of life." 

Why do we forget to live like children, losing everything with our minds, the prism of tears were his alone and the quest to find the meaning of life had gripped him."

This is a post that marks the return of skidding thoughts and remembrances.
Until dawn and till dusk...

Death and Time

There is a feeling of emptiness, an emptiness that cannot be replaced with anything. The fields are marked dry, the winds have stopped blowing, the air is as still as a sleeping child, any moment the child can wake up. With these half-baked thoughts, the shepard wakes up and finds himself lying next to dead sheep. The sheep have no understanding of their state. And the state of the shepard is as bad as those of the sheep. He looks at them, buries his face in the darkness of his palms, the darkness is not enough to shut him out from the pain. "The pain will wither away", he says. He picks up a shovel, trudges along with it and chooses a spot to do the inevitable. A moral epiphany makes him conscious of what he wants to do. He wants to bury himself with them, but he won't. His heart is still beating. He is aware of his thoughts, he will transcend, the incongruity in his mind and heart may never go, but time will heal them and him.

After listening to this, Time tells Death, "there is no distinction between you and life, you are another form of it."
Death quips,"how do you know all this."

Time ruminates, "the credit of my philosophical musings goes to you, as you are my muse."

The ebb and flow of existence

A night passes along with a certain lament, dawn is waiting to swallow the lament and spew it. Lament is wistful, embittered, tries to resign to fate but fate always has other plans. lament is caught in a vortex of emotions. It gives in to fate and says, "break me from the shackles of mind, help me be with hope, love, happiness and comfort, change my core, my being, the very essence of what makes me.. change the meaning of who I am."

Fate doesn't say a word. It embraces and gives it succour. 

With these thoughts, a day can begin. Now, this day can have a therapeutic effect. One goes on living a life trying to find a purpose. A purpose from which one can derive strength and the will to live. The question is that,"does one know for certain that the purpose that one seeks will end the pain and angst of living." Life and death are interchangeable at some level. One can live like a dead man or be a dead man..

Fate, finally laments,"what transpires is in nobody's control, drop the leash, live free and die free."    

The wind blows, the rain pours and time watches!

With the grey skies controlling the rain, squeezing it a little, sloshing some, the sun skidding in somehow and again being threatened by the hues of the sky...

From a distance, I am smiling at the shenanigans of these forces above. This will pass, the rains will pour themselves out today, then the greyness will dissipate, the skidding rays will overcome the gloom.
Nothing will stay, only I will be here even after all is over. I will be a witness to everything, blatantly, non-judgemental ly, unaffected ly, enchantingly, unbiasedly...

Truth: a manyfaced monster!

It is not for one to doggedly argue that there is a universal truth as there isn't any. People bask in their own versions of truth. Let me visit a conversation between two people on a Delhi Metro.
A middle-aged burly man with the travails of life clearly visible on his waistline to another slightly younger man with the skin colour of a yak and nose carved out from the remains of the dome of the Babri masjid.  "Why would you pay for the medical expenses of my father, he is not yours."
The slightly younger man, clearly hurt replies, "It was out of concern and compassion towards him that I was asking about his health, that was so crude and blunt."

A situation of an exchange of truth, the version that stated a fact, 'he is not your father', and the interpretation of which caused an unintended pain. It's the truth that one holds in his mind that translates through the mind of another. One's own truth can only be understood by the person who lives it and can feel every little aspect of it, it stays in the bones of the soul!

The monstrosity of honesty can shatter one's composure. So one makes it wear a face, a face that conceals the viciousness and makes it "pleasant". We keep slipping into this monster and once it overpowers us, a realisation that we need to keep it in our heads makes us sane and bearable. We should keep this brutality within us to protect those who matter!

Truth be told and truth be never told.