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Nature of nature

17 Aug

If only human relationship were as simply complex as nature across the world that we could have been little less complicated. Nature remains twirled in its own complex way, across the limits, beyond the boundaries, basic in three colors of green, brown and blue. It’s songs remain the plain old swirl of wind, it’s journey remain still with vast green grass lands, it’s morning and dawn remains loyal to the presence and departure of sun, it’s rythm is the talk between the leaves and it’s celebration remains in its existence itself. Nature so simply complicated and existing plain. We so jumbled and lost. If only our dreams were not just high like mountains but rigid like their stones…and our emotions were not so parched like ground but seamlessly fluid like flowing water…if we could keep our feet strong like brown soil beneath us…and if we knew how to keep our conversations as fresh as the breeze…if we could adopt the nature of nature that we could be simply complex in a basic way of life.


Change of my shoe ‘soul’-

5 Aug

My walk has been slow cautious and comparatively skillful today. I have been walking on my toes in these heels. This morning as I approached towards my car to drive myself to work- I took more time not only to reach the vehicle but also to shift my feet between clutch and break. I have been suitably aware that I am cautious. I was wearing flat sole shoes yesterday, I ran towards the car- drove it with a zoom. Yesterday allowed me to be aggressive in my walk and I literally ran up the stairs to reach my desk.
Today- I changed my shoe, changed the height of my sole or should I say ‘soul’, stood taller but all I could actually remember was that I need to be more responsible with my moves- I need to be cautious that tic tac toe of my heels do not make a noise disturbing peaceful walk of other’s around me- I had to be aware that I maintain right distance between my footsteps. Aggression and run accommodated with the heights of these heels might make me fall halting my journey for long, affecting my goals. As and when I raise my height- there comes a risen responsibility, awareness, cautiousness, need for stable moves, pacified aggression, calm steps, maintained footsteps, less noise, expanded view and spectrum-all with a tall affirmative walk.
My toes pain, my heel burns ankles, my knees gruel, my legs shake but I adore the height my heels provide- I adore the raised demands it asks me for!
Tomorrow I wear another set of footwear- I am hoping I walk in heels again tomorrow- that is with affirmation!

‘Run’ life

4 Aug

And you thought you were running the life – you such a fool, it runs you makes you jog then hop then walk and run uphill. There is absolute fair reward system in all this excruciating routine it paves for you. It makes you witness some of the most experiential moments, how gently it puts you in front of a pit and teaches you to avoid it while you are still huffing and puffing with your jog. How skillfully it introduces you to some fabulous joyous moments which you want to keep visiting back while you continue rest of your jog forward. How wonderfully it does not let you look back and if you are persistent still- it puts a hump in your path which you unless jump; shall fall. As you fall, it strikes the ground so hard against your face that you collect all your bruises together to gain the strength of standing up. Then at that moment you start jogging again, this time more gently, cautiously, willfully with little more awareness in blink of your eyes- lessons of humps met with and learnt from so far playing as some soulful songs in your earphone. As you cover the next few milestones, it exposes you to changing paths, fellow joggers, passerby who are running faster than you- some you want to overlook and some you pick to get inspired from. It presents you with this great mix of lot- some bright some dull colors. You look high up at the sky and now it does not seem as high as it was when you started your jog. As you continue the remaining laps- LIFE smiles back at you as it knows you still think you are jogging because you want to but it knows you are jogging because it is making you to.

Uglier beautiful mankind

31 Jul

How much intellectually illiterate and how much jubilant about that
How much culturally shamed and how much glorified
How much colorfully blank and how happy
How much uglier with lack of emotions and how beautifully satisfied
How much deprived of facts and how unaware about it
How much unruly in behavior and how much pride around it
How insensitive about being sensitive
How dry with flood of emotions
How much aggressive about being loud
How much thoughtful about being a big crowd
How much irresponsible with mountain full of power
How much blind with light so dark
How much ashamed of values of life
How much ignorant of valleys, flowers and it’s kinds
How much impatient of showing some patience some care
How much in race of journey that requires stand still some glare
How much blank for pages full of writing
How much shut to conversation full of sightings
How much aware of information not important at all
How much unaware of when nature takes a toll
How much short in front of dwarfed self esteem
How much a ruler of rules even when just a merge thief
How much unorganized, dissatisfied, discourteous, disoriented and disgraced
How much not so thankful, not so acknowledging, not so much for actual fun and flare
How much ruthless about being mankind
How much an animal in race of human and then survive

Kitchen and it’s occupants

25 Jul

Scratches on kitchen utensils shyly tell me the age of its household. A new born baby has most beautiful soft scarless skin. Newly set up kitchen tell me the new utensils feel the same. Gradual daily taste of life leave them little salty, little slippery with oil and the shine of their skin begin to dissolve in cycle of meal they serve- hot and cold weather of the food leave them stained and frozen. The scratches tell me the struggle and rush they experience being part of the daily chores of the household. Wherein the cooking spoon was rubbed so hard against its surface that it left its mark of being there on its body. They hold their scars with pride as someone got nourished with the meal that was prepared in them- leaving them with little more wrinkles on their surface. Wrinkles similar to what an old human skin engraves on itself in its travel of time some bright some dull.
Wrinkles with an increasing count suggesting with a smile- I have seen the world and I have seen it a bit more than you.
Each wrinkle for each experience counted – defined on stairs of life, in corridors of laughter in corners of tears.
The little bit famished skin of my kitchen utensils tell me that a household is maturing. It’s attaining gradual age, it’s going through the path of discovery just like its occupants. It’s being consumed as much as the humans who possess it are being consumed in life. Lifecycle of a household and it’s occupants- wrinkles and scratches – narrating their own stories looking for a listener.

Wash of my hair

24 Jul

My hair are curly wavy..as I wash them beneath the running water, they entangle. The more water stream flows through them the more they entangle. I shampoo them, lather them, and put them beneath the gushing water again. As I juggle quickly the various stands of my hair, in an attempt to make them fuller and less jumbled I rush their skin against each other. While the water drips through them and I hurry to get over with the process I see a parable between the outside of my head and inside of my head. Just like my entangled hair my thought stream gushing inside my brain is jumbled. It’s wires are getting more entangled with more exposure of experiences. I wash my thoughts with concentration of peace in an attempt to make them fuller and healthier. They get nourished only until I rub them so harshly against each other that they get weak, split and fragile. Just the way I witness bubbly water of shampoo running away from my comparatively less entangled hair, I see bubbly thoughts speeding away from my little more nourished brain. What is inside my scalp is what is outside it. I appear same from within and on the surface. Plainly entangled.

Words and all that poem-

23 Jul

A quest for peace versus a will for wants
A love for love and a want for all
A trip to silence and a search for chaos
An urge to write and the second too small
A smile for laughter and a wish to pace along
A challenge so easy and the ease that I don’t want
A feeling of on the toes and a flat footed soul
A twitch of the eye and a prick on the heart door
A time so bound and a time so free
A time so high indeed time of need
A shout so subsided that silence prevails in it all
A silence so dark that night drives in it all
A night so bright that challenges day and sun
A sky so low with earth touching the ground
A feeling bundled up and a feeling so free
A state of contention or a state of being free?