Is it new? Is it yours? Is it original? The thought? Was it a figment that sparked off your brain and is it yours alone? I wondered and toyed around with the idea of recycling, of mind, heart, head, brain, combinations, whatever!
Thoughts are like the clouds, fleeting and full of air or gas or water, they are never still, cannot be bottled and are a mixture of recycled water and air, the water we drink and the air we breathe are in the clouds and the water in the clouds is in us, just like our thoughts, recycled and flitting past the mind’s sky.
Friday, July 8, 2011
What dies early?
Youth: It just slips past the fingers like grains of sand dust, swept away in the breeze…
Love: It grows and gushes and gnaws at such an erratic speed when it begins, the end is just inconceivable and it dies out in a rush of blank spaces before you know you have been hit and then run over brutally.
Romance: After all, romance is a fictional, whimsical representation of love…
Money: When it comes, it comes smelly and dirty and messes up your hands, when it goes it leaves behind the bitter, rancid stench of its trail, alive and etched in your memory, unwilling to fade.
Innocence: This one is a killer, even before you have the full pleasure of being in the blissful state of innocence, its brutally snatched away and replaced with the reality of understanding the truth, the obvious vicious world that is waiting to strike and kill the unarmed, unwilling innocence, dragging it into a bloody fight and not giving it a full chance.
Truth: It fades out in a flicker of reality as it succumbs to the eternal fire of lies and conceit, blended n with the deceitful charming ways of untruths.
Its honour, courage, virtue and principle that lasts. They stay on and if adopted and adapted grow on to strengthen the otherwise weak bonds of life, stitching in purpose and will.
Love: It grows and gushes and gnaws at such an erratic speed when it begins, the end is just inconceivable and it dies out in a rush of blank spaces before you know you have been hit and then run over brutally.
Romance: After all, romance is a fictional, whimsical representation of love…
Money: When it comes, it comes smelly and dirty and messes up your hands, when it goes it leaves behind the bitter, rancid stench of its trail, alive and etched in your memory, unwilling to fade.
Innocence: This one is a killer, even before you have the full pleasure of being in the blissful state of innocence, its brutally snatched away and replaced with the reality of understanding the truth, the obvious vicious world that is waiting to strike and kill the unarmed, unwilling innocence, dragging it into a bloody fight and not giving it a full chance.
Truth: It fades out in a flicker of reality as it succumbs to the eternal fire of lies and conceit, blended n with the deceitful charming ways of untruths.
Its honour, courage, virtue and principle that lasts. They stay on and if adopted and adapted grow on to strengthen the otherwise weak bonds of life, stitching in purpose and will.
Summer Saffron
It’s the colour of summer that’s like saffron, maybe even the smell. Or is it the other way around? I wonder if the monsoons are as inspiring now as they used to be.
I don’t know if I feel the same way though about rain, it has changed, the mad rush that drove me into the arms of any rain is now a more subdued, and I’ll stand and watch and cry along sort of feeling.
The depth and intensity have changed colour from summery saffron to a bleak indelible blotch of dull colour.
I don’t know if I feel the same way though about rain, it has changed, the mad rush that drove me into the arms of any rain is now a more subdued, and I’ll stand and watch and cry along sort of feeling.
The depth and intensity have changed colour from summery saffron to a bleak indelible blotch of dull colour.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Take away!
Real secrets are the ones hardest to keep.
The body yields to keep the heart, spirit and soul intact.
The body once broken, heals over months, the mind once broken, heals over decades.
Real agony lies not in pain, not in fear; it lies in the womb of agony.
Darkness is welcome to the dark soul and light is dreaded by the evil.
Life can laugh at twisted fate as hard as you can weep at it.
There is no great literature for true hate, it has no words.
A broken spirit is sensitive to the plight of its associates.
Tears quell when the music cries in unison with your sorrow.
The body yields to keep the heart, spirit and soul intact.
The body once broken, heals over months, the mind once broken, heals over decades.
Real agony lies not in pain, not in fear; it lies in the womb of agony.
Darkness is welcome to the dark soul and light is dreaded by the evil.
Life can laugh at twisted fate as hard as you can weep at it.
There is no great literature for true hate, it has no words.
A broken spirit is sensitive to the plight of its associates.
Tears quell when the music cries in unison with your sorrow.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Miss!
I feel miss-spelt somehow, an uneasy feeling. Like I am not comfortable in my own skin, like there is something in me I want to shake off. There are things I am still unhappy about, things I have not come to terms with. There is so much going on and I am not giving anything deep thought. I am skimming the surface and just lilting through the days. When it hits, I don’t know if I will be braced for the impact. I am now doing what I am best at, shielding. Achievements seem disparaged, life seems ridiculous. I just need to iron things out before the storm breaks for real.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Catching up!
Life has been pleasant, neither too exciting nor too dull. Shifting through days of boredom or chaos has been balanced. Classes, freelance work, yoga, dance on the weekends - Kathak in the mornings and cha cha, ballroom jive, salsa, samba, waltz, quickstep, ballroom tango, :D Loving it!
I am in a mad rush catching up with lost time, cooking away and mighty pleased with the new found baking and culinary skills. Its all good.
I am in a mad rush catching up with lost time, cooking away and mighty pleased with the new found baking and culinary skills. Its all good.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
This one too passes me by!
I lived though it and I have been there done that for quite a few things in life now. I went through the turn of the millennium with Y2K and other threats and stayed unscathed through it all. Now its no different really I am still smiling my way up and down the slopes. I have seen it all and I stand married!
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