Some of the things
we see,
are not what
they are meant to be…
The drooping bough
laden with ice,
maybe warm inside.
Warmer than hearts,
seemingly welcoming otherwise…
If ever you are,
to stop and see-
the begging bowls…
from hungry eyes,
the wealth in them,
could take you
by surprise.
Will we ever know what it takes
To maintain our sanctum
Will we ever know how far the horizon is
And from whence this hum
When we had it all,
We had no clue
Whilst we gave it away
We realised what was due
Were we normal then
Or is this the reality
We longed to be home
Amidst some sanity
Now that the world has shrunk
And shields itself in masks
We suddenly want to ride all waves
Claiming to achieve impossible tasks
Oh! Is the the end
Or the heralding of a new world
Is this what we fathomed
Of how fate swirled
All of a sudden
Flashes of days begone
Of mirthful glee return
In waves and flashes
The sojourn within has just begun.
“Travel out into unexplored terrains,
And you have no idea,
How deep within you can go…”
It has been quite some time, being occupied with the mundane, when writing took a backseat and I craved to be back here. Visions, images have clouded me all this while interspersed with words and guilt at not having enough time to let them flow out. I have been doing write ups though and penning down scripts of plays at school……but none of this collectively quenches the writer’s thirst that remains insatiate.
And this place here is my nest…where I fly back to at dusk. Since a recent trip to a wonderful heaven, Dhanulti, details of which I will be sharing shortly….I have yearned to tell how it has haunted me all these days.
This was when I stood at the edge and saw clouds and mist float by ceaselessly that timelessness took its toll and I was nagged at for stalling others in the trek.
I was lost here, I still am…..when I see these clicks. So much in our lives is so ordinary, so puny, so not needed….
For the first time ever, probably so, I’m at a loss of words, rhyme or verse. I wish to say nothing and only let the solitude speak………….
Here we could hear our echo, literally, a little “discovery” the kids made and the impalpable delight at the valley calling us back………..
It drizzled, made us shiver and sit close, huddled and we felt so like innocent lambs, vulnerable, when suddenly the mist would disappear……..
This is what we drove through all the while, and in my mind, I still meander on these roads.
There is still more to it and while I glide through these pictures, one particular music from the movie “Roja” keeps striking back……….
I haven’t seen this movie again since I saw it first some twenty years back……phew…..that makes me sound old…….but, honestly, the music still haunts.
I do not intend to word this post…….just memories and music……..I lived through……I know for this and more……
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