Poetry/Life/Conversation
Let’s All DoWhat We Can
Could splits, Conversation Cafe, Catching the Ray
“Even the very wise cannot see all ends because everything is subjective and the world is relative. But care to look up at the stars, not down at your feet” — Anonymous
The world is not a battle field.
For, an eye for an eye makes
us blind.
Still,
Some days are meant to be,
However nerve-wrenching or
Ego-crackling they are….
We all need to have days
of face-off. Mask-off.
It is easy to harp on other’s
frailties, dissect them with crude
a knife, write thesis and publish
with flare —
Let’s admit
We all need a guinea pig in our lives,
‘Cos at some deep level two plus
Two is always five,
Yet we need to assert familiarity —
In desperation to belong
That obsession to feel important
As all our life is a struggle to fight
our oblivion
To find a rightful place on this
wretched planet,
If not, at least in a giving heart,
Yes, we all want to belong.
Only, some get lucky.
Just
What we are not ready to realise
Are our peculiarities.
Of time, space, people
circumstances or sensitivities,
That we belong to both history
and future,
The sassy, the whacky,
The mono tones of monotone,
But
Let’s take some heart and laugh —
When tachycardia strikes,
Missing hearts hurl abuse,
Efforts to connect in spite of
impediments is construed as
heinous,
That’s Life for you.
Cruel.Interesting.
Where your absence defines
your presence….
My immune cells swamping the
Gut, shout slogans —
I don’t utter.
My throbbing forehead blurring
vision, cry fever —
I keep under wraps.
I am yet to learn to express myself
In a way world pleasing.
My heart, silly, wanted to find words
it can’t,
My head, wasted time counting
coffee seeds, ground and crushed,
Time to abandon both…..
….And just be in the Now.
Inhale.Exhale.Exist.
I choose my lungs.
Author’s Note: “I want only five things, five chosen roots. One is an endless love,Two is to see the autumn.I cannot exist without leaves flying and falling to the earth.The third is the solemn winter, the rain I loved, the caress of fire in the rough cold. Fourth, the summer, plump as a watermelon.And fifthly, your eyes.” — Pablo Neruda.
How can you resist yourself from writing a few words when you chance upon words so luscious and inviting.
On the jumbled and gibberish I guess, but sometimes works better than the well thought out ones. The days you feel wordless(listless),some one up there laughs. The only one who can read the future. Our curious minds have to be happy with the present.Painting: The Chaos Series: Mostly Red, with some Yellow and Orange, tinge of Pink and Violet: In a nutshell Life.😊
Opeque Water Colour with knife on cold pressed canvas.
Next up from the Dancing Elephant Book Project:
A beautiful essay on Mindful/meditaion by Lady Dr. Gabriella Korosi. Find it here.
A nature lovers take at taking it as motivation for Willpower and Sustenance. As essay that resonates by Dr. Preeti Singh, which you can find here.
Rarely will you read such a real yet warm take on parenting, as beautifully done by Carlo Zeno in his poem Terrible-two. Enjoy, if you haven’t already.
So long from Soul Bay. As I keep repeating your visit/ engaging/ inspiring is only a way forward!
