Tag Archives: relationship

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.



2 Aug

Doing it all over again, the walk the talk the coffee writing with a chalk
The laughter the wind the feelings in sync
The smile the people the leaves and petals
Doing it all over again with sky as our earth and stars as our charms
The clouds as our lines the lights as our dawn
Doing it again and again with time so little and time so much has passed by
The toes so energetic
The eyes so rise
Doing it once more this time with claps and contention
Cheers and joys
Doing it for us for all
Doing it to trace what has passed on the history the snapshots the pictures the moments
Reliving it again now and once more…


28 Jul

Corners of the house display the parameters of it. The less visited corners stand to define the most visited centre. The ignored corners peacefully hold the walls strong. What else do they hold? Dirt, dust, cob-webs and heat. They mark the shape of the room, the limits of belongingness, the essence of home. They don’t get guests, they are not familiar with sections of jubilations, they do not get much decorated but yes they are spots for bad occasions, they are relevant to punishment face of a child, they are known to tears of an ailing heart. Corners are staunchly able-bodied. They know their demands. They stand on base of compulsions that build them. They are the protectors, defining structures, providing unrelenting service to a centre which would have been non-existent if not for a corners presence.
Corners form the centre while standing without their own formation being noticed. To me corners are like Parents making their child the centre. A ‘corner’ supporting the other corner to brighten the ‘centre’ child.

Fonder of you

29 May

Growing fonder of you
Lot more for you
Relishing fragrance of you
Fondle of you
You and your presence
Stronger for me
Grows longer for me
Our bond our jewel
Showing affection for you
Wear it through my day
You are pious a soul
Gorgeous and bold
Growing lot more for you
Fonder of you
You and me
Me and you
Transforming into ourselves for you
Fonder of you…stronger with you…

Woman discovering Woman

25 Aug

As I march towards womanhood I see myself getting astonished by myself. All the answers that I received as a response from Maa or GrandMaa now fall in the frame perfect. I know now why they could never explain it to me that how did they manage ‘so much’ independently? I do realise and absorb the answer now- ‘it happens with time’ but along with that what I also realise is that as a Woman I am differently wired. We are wired to get a new life to the world, it gets as basic as that. When a woman carries the child,develops him, nurtures him, bring him to life and existence further nourish him-she invents a new life! She is built to do it. It comes from her core and it comes very plain to her. She gets this direction from her instinct to nurture, care, be warm, spread love and above all – think!
She thinks about all life breathing around her. About how to improve and regenerate, make it a better place to ponder around, invent, all this in a continuous monologue.
It’s as straight as how Men know if the car has broken down, is it the wheel or the carburetor or is it the shoe brake well who knows maybe clutch wire? Each time they are the doctors of their vehicle, someway or the other they know the reason of break down. Their peace is at knowing what is wrong and fixing it.

A woman’s solace is in nurturing, caring, spreading warmth and inventing.

They ask me what would I be doing if I was not thinking of them or taking care of them at the moment? They ask me with a thought process that am I diminishing my interests, dissolving my personality and zeroing out my existence while ‘dedicating’ myself?

My answer begins with a question-
Why do I need to leave something to do another thing? That is, what makes it project that if I am doing an ‘extra bit’, I have ‘compromised’ on myself to achieve that?
Answer to your question is the age old answer- ‘it happens with time’.
I am wired to do more than what seems realistic but IS realistic. I have been bestowed with courage and strength to shoulder it what you label as ‘extra bit’. I perform those bits parallel and no – in the process I am not ‘dedicating’ myself! I am just being plain sincere as a human.

What astonishes you now and astonished me as a child is invention of nature. It knew a woman is to nurture and hence is to be developed differently yet not exceptionally.
To me it’s recognition of skills we possess as a man and a woman. It’s balance of nature, balance of abilities, balance of existence.

What I do and appears ‘extra bit’ to you is what I am wired for. What stops my continuous phase of invention is not addition of the care and responsibility for you but demolition of my wiring which announces for taking care of you.

I am in existence to discover

Connected with the disconnects

21 Aug

Connected with the disconnects I am
Closest to the farthest of the distances I stand
Protected yet most naked I pose
Strongest in my weaknesses I span
Covered in the sun I feel
Heat of the ice I read
Water of the dry rays I absorb
Silence of the chaos I hear for sure
Thin film of thick black cloud I see
Skin to skin, breath to breath I mean
Colorful in color of black I picture
Not told stories I look for
All conversations feel less and left
All talks, are they for real or fest
All touch, hand mingling, fingers touching
All kisses, stars falling or shining is it?
All clouds dry yet draining the waters it seems
All desert vast yet consumed in the black hole it feels
Connect me with your heart back again
My heart beats have numbed, paused and are faint
World seems like a daunted picture
Words seem like a scream of emotions
Eyes appear like mountain made of questions
My feet on the ground yet no base it’s cumbersome

Can you come

20 Aug

Can you come and make me sleep in my dreams
Can you come and make me sing in my dance
Can you come and embrace me in my embraces
Can you come me make me smile through my eyes
Can you come and hold me like I hold myself
Can you come and live your soul inside
Can you come and make me laugh in your laughter
Can you come and lighten me with your strength
Can you come and lift me to the depths of sky
Can you come and cuddle me to the shore which has been dry
Can you come and make it colorful through grey and black
Can you come and lift my feet in heaven in shed
Can you come and shred the coarse thorns skin of my loneliness
Can you come and pour freshness of US of togetherness