ADVAITA'S MUSINGS

Smell… Of dust and whiff, Papers with words, That shout and scream. Silent but loud, Realistic yet fictitious, Telling a tale, Even without a whisper, Idle in papers. A deep breath in, The smell embracing your heart, Happiness swells the face, Peace of mind. Digging the face deep, Within the papers so old, Worth reading over and over, Reliving memories afresh. Clutching the book, In fear of loss, Of the smell so intoxicating, Inebriated by the illusion, Of unread imagination…

My fellow humans I see them visiting places They come to see me in the woods Some hunt me down for my tusks And some for my hair Some take me to villages Tame me to their tunes For processions so strange Decked up in metals unknown Lifting logs so hefty Ranking me for a petty Sounds so cacophonous  Chained and whipped Life, a slave like, Being used for their use. So I set my thoughts straight Of visiting places With my family Paying visit to my fellow humans Gobbling what they grew On my encroached land. Thrash the stumbling blocks That stood a barrier in my journey. My family grew in number Tiny tots walked with us Taking mud bath Occasional tussles And a nap  In places, so unfamiliar, After months of exploration, We return to our home land. Recollecting the sabbatical, An adventure indeed, When the wild gets wild..

  Animals communicate, they have emotions, they show emotions by rubbing their faces and body, smelling and signalling through sounds. Some have persistent attachment and some simply move on. But what makes humans distinct from animals is their ability to communicate verbally, through language. Language wasn’t born all of a sudden. It took years to evolve and reach its present stage. There are emotions attached to words. The evolution of all such words is a fascination in deed. Even humans communicate and emote physically. But words spoken along with physical proximity exemplifies the emotion at that particular moment. Words associated with emotions, when thought of and spoken with clarity, affect or move those, to whom these words are spoken to. Words and language, connect and touch one’s heart, mind, thought and behaviour. As the saying goes- the pen is mightier than sword, but I think - Language gives the pen its might. So words are not meant to be wasted, but to be used judicio...