For all the world to see and believe Love is a binding factor.
An adhesive to bind people, wounds and feelings.
But love, for long, has always been accompanied by a strange friend.
Never known to be separated from one another, they travel the world far and wide,
holding the keys to a double room.
Loneliness is never alone. Reason chaperons the desert from time immemorial.
There is never solitude without interference.
Emptiness without satiation
and affliction without mirth.
There's always place for the other.
Specially since one will not do without the other.
it is always a case of We two, Ours one !!
Double Room, Single Occupancy.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Blink once !
A shaded green carpet lies still with bated breath.
Dusted upon by grey rubber scraps and metal interferences.
Orchids and Lillies strike up a conversation to let each one know the beauty of the other.
Purple and white all pretty to fight.
Life passes you by like a cat on its paws.
Slowly, softly and swiftly
No murmur no noise
A learner with poise !
Love rinses every ounce of joy - not to waste. but to expend.
Showers of solitude gives one deep glimpses of the connections of love and sorrow.
Could joyful love be permanent ?
Well, nothing is permanent and yet that is also debatable.
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Dusted upon by grey rubber scraps and metal interferences.
Orchids and Lillies strike up a conversation to let each one know the beauty of the other.
Purple and white all pretty to fight.
Life passes you by like a cat on its paws.
Slowly, softly and swiftly
No murmur no noise
A learner with poise !
Love rinses every ounce of joy - not to waste. but to expend.
Showers of solitude gives one deep glimpses of the connections of love and sorrow.
Could joyful love be permanent ?
Well, nothing is permanent and yet that is also debatable.
240913
Monday, October 14, 2013
The Queen's Necklace
She sat cross legged, dressed in black with a dark violet scarf draped around her, that smelt of stories and people or may be it smelt of people and their stories. It was more of a stench..a stench of memories.
Her eyes searched the burnt horizon...searched in lost clouds and smokey ships, with a gold necklace waiting to adorn her from behind.
Her dark violet scarf danced away to glory while the wind garnished the air with salt.
A small curve on her lips lit the lamps of her dark brown eyes...a glittering ray of joy rested there while the rest of herself gleamed.
It was a quiet moment .... Every other person or thing was just a far and distant sound brushed aside by the waltzing wind.
It was............ The mambo of a memory.
A long gone memory..but a happy one. A thought that leaped in from time to time, a sort of a rewind...a flashback. A rather beautiful moment to live and relive.
Into the dark blue skies she pierced through with mind and soul hoping to enrich her collection and make more memories.
The present is so important for the future past that one does not realise the value of creation. Creating moments that make the past future beautiful. A beauty that was once beheld lied beholden until the end of the beholder.
She blinked, smiled and found another puff of another cloud to stare at.
Knowing what she beheld and knowing that what she beheld was pure beauty of a single moment. . . Passed or yet to come.
051013
Her eyes searched the burnt horizon...searched in lost clouds and smokey ships, with a gold necklace waiting to adorn her from behind.
Her dark violet scarf danced away to glory while the wind garnished the air with salt.
A small curve on her lips lit the lamps of her dark brown eyes...a glittering ray of joy rested there while the rest of herself gleamed.
It was a quiet moment .... Every other person or thing was just a far and distant sound brushed aside by the waltzing wind.
It was............ The mambo of a memory.
A long gone memory..but a happy one. A thought that leaped in from time to time, a sort of a rewind...a flashback. A rather beautiful moment to live and relive.
Into the dark blue skies she pierced through with mind and soul hoping to enrich her collection and make more memories.
The present is so important for the future past that one does not realise the value of creation. Creating moments that make the past future beautiful. A beauty that was once beheld lied beholden until the end of the beholder.
She blinked, smiled and found another puff of another cloud to stare at.
Knowing what she beheld and knowing that what she beheld was pure beauty of a single moment. . . Passed or yet to come.
051013
Monday, August 26, 2013
Climbing the stairs to a higher living !
No will to live
No reason to die
No love no hate
No place for debate
Every twist and every turn
Could be reason for concern.
Life as we see, Life as we know
Life as we be, Life as we grow !
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1220
No reason to die
No love no hate
No place for debate
Every twist and every turn
Could be reason for concern.
Life as we see, Life as we know
Life as we be, Life as we grow !
250813
1220
Monday, August 12, 2013
A day gone, a soul taken!
The one thing that makes life get up and take note, is Death.
Sitting outside the home of a dead man, all sorts of waves pass by.
One of fear, one of sorrow and one of anger.
If we question the end, then we must question the beginning.
For as we know, in the end doth lie a beginning.
070213
On the day of the demise of
John Dada.
Sitting outside the home of a dead man, all sorts of waves pass by.
One of fear, one of sorrow and one of anger.
If we question the end, then we must question the beginning.
For as we know, in the end doth lie a beginning.
070213
On the day of the demise of
John Dada.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Perspective
It is the grass, that always looks greener on the other side.
Promising, beautiful and just plain attractive. Sometimes it is so attractive that approaching it seems like the most incorrect thing to do. Fear, fear of losing, fear of letting what is in front of you slip farther away from you is what keeps the world moving.
Those who stop to take a breath are the ones who know the secret passages around time. They are the grass.
Often comfort is overrated. More so our comfort zones. Comfort zones are just another cool term to mask the boring action of being simply 'lazy'
Human beings seem to have been born with the innate art of taking things for granted. Every single thing... Love, wealth, relationships and even prayer. We wear T-shirts that say 'learn from other people's mistakes' but do we ? We learn less, but like to teach more, never really considering the fact that there honestly is a long way to go.
World peace, a rather big picture phenomenon is seldom approached from the mind.
Free world is often a misconstrued phrase.
The ability to accept, not just something or someone but the whole universe, eludes most of us.
Locked in practice, bound by judgement and arrested by an unopened mind, we merely survive each day looking on to other side and ogling at how green that grass is.
If only we had prescriptions for perspectives...
It would be the same green all around.
100613
0908
Written at the time of a bombardment of questions, emotions and wonderment.
27, park road
Maplewood
New Jersey
Promising, beautiful and just plain attractive. Sometimes it is so attractive that approaching it seems like the most incorrect thing to do. Fear, fear of losing, fear of letting what is in front of you slip farther away from you is what keeps the world moving.
Those who stop to take a breath are the ones who know the secret passages around time. They are the grass.
Often comfort is overrated. More so our comfort zones. Comfort zones are just another cool term to mask the boring action of being simply 'lazy'
Human beings seem to have been born with the innate art of taking things for granted. Every single thing... Love, wealth, relationships and even prayer. We wear T-shirts that say 'learn from other people's mistakes' but do we ? We learn less, but like to teach more, never really considering the fact that there honestly is a long way to go.
World peace, a rather big picture phenomenon is seldom approached from the mind.
Free world is often a misconstrued phrase.
The ability to accept, not just something or someone but the whole universe, eludes most of us.
Locked in practice, bound by judgement and arrested by an unopened mind, we merely survive each day looking on to other side and ogling at how green that grass is.
If only we had prescriptions for perspectives...
It would be the same green all around.
100613
0908
Written at the time of a bombardment of questions, emotions and wonderment.
27, park road
Maplewood
New Jersey
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Look right, look left and then cross the road.
The grains of time never stop.
Not even for a photograph.
Its peripheral memory is so vast that it doesn't need to.
But us humans are different.
Our thirst for more has us looking only ahead.
Historically, looking ahead translates into positivity.
However, by and by we often forget to look around.
Our peripherals are a 'by chance' product of creation.
In lieu of acquiring as many accomplishments,
as it is humanly possible,
we as a community have forgotten to stop in our tracks and look to the sides, look around.
As we edge ahead, life close to us and around us moves quicker.
Flashes of these lie in our minds as memories and we wonder why some people look familiar, why we hum a tune we don't remember hearing.
Its worth the while to look around while we race ahead.
After all what is life without side dishes, right ?
Someone did not say 'Look right, Look left and then cross the road' just to reach the other side.
Aparna Gopinath
110313
Not even for a photograph.
Its peripheral memory is so vast that it doesn't need to.
But us humans are different.
Our thirst for more has us looking only ahead.
Historically, looking ahead translates into positivity.
However, by and by we often forget to look around.
Our peripherals are a 'by chance' product of creation.
In lieu of acquiring as many accomplishments,
as it is humanly possible,
we as a community have forgotten to stop in our tracks and look to the sides, look around.
As we edge ahead, life close to us and around us moves quicker.
Flashes of these lie in our minds as memories and we wonder why some people look familiar, why we hum a tune we don't remember hearing.
Its worth the while to look around while we race ahead.
After all what is life without side dishes, right ?
Someone did not say 'Look right, Look left and then cross the road' just to reach the other side.
Aparna Gopinath
110313
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