ADVAITA'S MUSINGS

Status The earth- so round, She shares her story, Nature, her pictures, We are her status, Which disappears after a while, The chain continues, Endless…

  My vehicle Things I see, Things I use, Things I feel, Now it is a part of me. Time spent, Time owned, Things have become family. Memories, Moments, Presence, Like a living being, You taught me, To be independent. Running on your wheels, Taking me to places, And to meet people. Travelling with you, Listening to deafening music, All were a part of life. Even the simplest of things, Bring the greatest smile on my face. Everything has its value, However trivial it may be. Gazing out through the glass Watching the sky Watching people, places Slowing down a bit When rain blurs vision Bearing my mood swings From happiness to disappointment And anger to peace You have seen it all Like a mute spectator. To my surprise Little did I realise How valuable you were to me When suddenly you vanished  Before my eyes And when your memories Hurt much more than your absence Things become so special So special than humans. It all happened Unknowingly… Which defines the value of fondness!!

Painting   Blue, yellow, red, Green, white, black, Brush strokes here and there, And everywhere. I am born. How lucky am I? How colourful am I? To be born out of imagination. The thoughts, The emotions, That coloured me down, The imagination that translated into me… How precious am I? To be a work of art… I am admired, By the beholder, He sees me through his imagination. The emotions and thoughts, Running through his head, ‘Tis another world of his… What a contrast of thoughts? From the creator’s world, To the beholder’s world. Still the beauty of it is, That I am a work of mind… A part of the creator, That transformed into me. I am always a sneak peek, Of the creator’s wide wild world, Tamed by strokes of colours, Born out of, The eternal universe of imagery…

  Amnesia I wake up one day, I have no memories, I forgot who I am. I see things, Move my eyes, Here and there, It’s just the same visual, With my eyes closed, I don’t understand them, It’s either light or darkness. I see people, I don’t recognise them. I hear sounds, People speak, But to me, They are just some sounds. People touch me, But I just know it’s a touch, As insignificant, As the air surrounding me. Do I think? I know not… I smile, I talk, I nod my head, My past memory came in flashes, And vanished within no time. Am I of any significance? The world seems alien to me. Or am I an alien to the world? Am I a blank page? Well… who am I?

The wall I have built a walled enclosure Around me I talk to these walls I stare at these walls In the grim light of darkness The nights so silent  And the days so cacophonous They remind me of Futile resilience, Cracks in my mind Wider than the hairline cracks  On the walls. Trust falls apart As humans without humaneness And perverted minds Like rule of the jungle Intoxicates me Can’t fathom anyone at all As some damages done Can never be undone Bruises heal But deep scars Are carried to the future Peeking above the walls And through its cracks, Reminding me The pain induced in the past. Beasts are everywhere on earth Thriving on hurt and pain Manipulative, dastardly  And emotionally frigid are they Agony reminds me Of the abyss I have fallen into Which never lets me Acquiesce to break the wall Even if pushed against it Once in a while I feel what I feel As it’s never late To do things That I should have done By now Laughing away the pain And smiling away the sadness All...

  Buzzing bee Solitary was my journey  Until I found my honey Love at once ‘twas The aroma so haunting And her beauty so hypnotising Flaunting her colours, so attractive That I buzz around with excitement Forcing me to show up Every day Enchanting was her sweetness Luring me everyday The sweetness, real and raw Moreish are they But, kissing her goodbye A parting so painful Off I flew one day Once she lost her glow Carrying her bits with me Like a lei on my pollen combs Searching for sweetness again Dropping her bits here and there Awaiting a new life mere My search for my honey continues In the posy of flowers As, unending are the hues Restless to share the happiness And sweetness so profuse.