Poetry/Autoimmune Disorder/Brain Fog

When it Rains it’s Winter

Cloud Stories, Wrestling Cafe, Catching the Ray

Photo/Edit © Monoreena

“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink” — T.S Eliot

Quirks of Qosmos be Qrated….

Slow blooming petal-o-petals,
Thin spreading of fragrance keen,
Befuddling of all senses,
A life behind my skin….

Returning what little was lost,

Stories in my inside cradle,
Swinging to my boundless whims,
Borrowing the magic carpet,
Bouncing on nebula thin,
Against the racing breeze,
Lock-o-life losing keys,
Gliding through eternity,
My imagination growing wings….

Where the sun never goes
to sleep,
And the grass, there always green,
It rains on a cold winter day
But I don’t reach for my silly pills….
Knitted sleeves caress my palm,
Huddled inside my warm patch-quilt,
Fluffy fumes clear vision,
Holding my cuppa-e-catechin,
I laze my fluttery brain on the bed’s mast,
And look beyond the view,
Snaking water stream on my perspiring
window glass,
Twinkle as the sun dance anew…

Graves fecund with thoughts— you meeting Life,
Breathing water, mud smelling light,
Silent chatters, stiffening of mind,
Quiet quarrels, meeting of a kind,
Laughing with the ghouls,
Soles crushing the dead grass,
Listen to the lub-dub in the world
of vanishing mass,

The trees afar look like a painting,
Downpour creates motif on sand,
I fail my canvas replicating,
Blame it on my quivering hands
But tick the wave that flows within,
Losing way not an option still,
Converting it into something me,
Dressing up my positive chin,

My forte — will I retain it in my next
Spin….

Maybe,
Be an ant, queue for morsel,
Or a monk moving door to door,
A giant wind, shrouding like tiercel,
A Karma gig on a ballet floor,

What will it be?! leave a guess at that,
Old roads build new laundromats —

O! My world of poetics,
Ballet to tango it may bend,
So, what are you waiting for?!

Carpe Diem, my friend!

Author’s Note: “I can bear any pain as long as it has meaning” — Haruki Murakami
Some experiences are worth sharing. The kinds I love to read and have read to learn.
For good few weeks now my rhyme, rhythm, flow were all went missing and was a cause of immense agony. This is my core and keeps my intrinsic harmony and peace in place. It is like losing a part of me. There can be several reasons (unknown) but I safely put it on my Brain Fog.

But I kept writing in my limited ways and every time groped for that ‘click’, which only resulted in severe head pain (and not the normal ache) and crackling nerves.
After struggling for more than a month I got back a little of that, this week, which I decided to share here.
I really don’t know if this will stay the course or leave, but as of today it’s here and I am happy.

To anyone who do not go through this problem: A small note to give a glimpse of what someone (anyone) like me goes through, even when you find her/him going about her/his normal ways.

To Us: Be at it, even when your system is refusing ( interspersed with proper rest of course), if not today, it will come back, even after a month. By now we know, good days always arrive through dark lanes.
What’s better than slipping into your rhyming bubble…

About the Photograph: The boundary wall here belongs to a ‘Correctional Centre’, situated at the heart of the city, now being converted into a museum, showcasing craft and artifacts made by the inmates. Aims right at what I want to speak today. Couldn’t help but capture this conversation between the wall and the clouds.

Have to share this wonderful story (Haibun) by Barry Dawson Jr. IV for its amazing feel, read him in The-wind-yields-no-ties.

It is always welcome when articles speak directly to your senses. I found one by Robert G. Longpré in Will-follow-you-but-there-are-conditions.

Maybe, we will get an idea on what actually ‘community’ means, when we read Beta-readers-needed-please by Carolyn Hastings. Please feel free to jump in, as it may be your turn to find one next😊

Thank you for participating in my Soul Bay Experiments. My lab has lights !

The kind of music you may not be inclined to listen, but on days you find them just right….