Grainy art piece.

I do not have anything original for the prompt so I am featuring an actual grainy or, to be technical, powdery but super creative piece of decoration! These are generally made on the floor on festive occasions so here is something cultural for a change considering how festive these past few weeks were. It is called Rangoli and this is not related to Holi. That rhymed. Holi is the festival of colours, where you get covered in colour not make art.

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Credit goes to my friend Tonya. If I am not wrong it resembles a parrot.

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Ambling

I found it on my walk. The monsoon is making Mr/Ms. Snail happy.

 

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Leave me alone… I am outta here!

Hey Mr. Snail, out on a walk?
“Did you just assume my gender?”
Errrr, I mean Ms. Snail?
“I am a he”
Oh hi, He.
“Stop it smarty pants”
Oh, okay.
“Let me breathe. Can you not see I am here ambling?”
That is some amble you got there Miste……
“Watch it…”
Myste…….rious magical-talking-snail.
“Good save kid.”
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You have got to be careful. Anything can be offensive (nowadays).

It is a symphony.

 

The best thing you could do for a creator is to immerse yourself in its creation.
-Insach

Waiting and waiting.
A pause before it’s my go.
Ticktock ticktock.
I am a little bored.
Distracted by what I see.
The scene outside is pretty.
Oh, silence running away,
Much more interesting…
The heavens are in chaos.
The earth seems ready.
Sun casually shies away
Takes a blanket so dark.
Suddenly,
It’s quieter than the night.
Here that??
Trickle, trickle.
It is pouring just right.
One little drop on that leaf.
Another one,
Shatters against this glass.
United again at the bottom.
Never forgetting its task
The dog also knows its drill.
Watches happily
Nature is now painting…
Green looks greener.
Trees are in sync.
Windows today are artists.
That lighting does
Make it frightening.
Smells different.
Looks different.
Sounds different.
Feels different.
I did not do it.
You did not do it.
The performer begs you…
Don’t bow down.
Just immerse yourself
In this symphony.

Fogged up.

Fog does look good on windows though.

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Dusty but it is something  😛

I love winters and also the fog but when it is monsoon and you get out of a cool air-conditioned vehicle or room into the open – the hot, humid, wet climate, the first thing that happens is that your glasses get fogged up apart from the obvious wetness everywhere, it is quite annoying and at times embarrassing.

What do you do? Do you take off your glasses and wait for it to get acclimatized? Haha actually that is exactly what I do. It is a nuisance with no actual solution.

Another thing in the monsoon is unpredictable rain. It rains when it pleases, getting drenched head to toe and mostly toes because the roads and pedestrian are flooded and waterlogged even when it stops pouring but that is not the problem.  You get used to it. The real problem is not being able to see through glasses. Honestly, the dripping water droplets look good only on windows not on spectacles.

Close to the sun.

It stirred something inside of me,
Distant future becoming reality.
I could now clearly see.
Had I known this was my fate.
I’d have had a different gait.
A little slower or perhaps swift.
But I was caught in the drift.
Could have plucked a few flowers.
Made more memories.
The taste of haste made me devour.
No trail did I leave behind.
And all that I possessed,
Some I couldn’t carry.
Some of it I just buried.
Now when I am closer than ever,
How do I share this feeling?
I see it as vividly as the sun.
But I blink and it slips away.
The dream is real, it is here.
But is this the new me?
Left with this one thing.
This close to the sun!
It’s only blinding and burning.
Why win to lose?
I’m losing to win.

 

Nothing to compare.

You need a scale to compare.
This is light, that is dark.
With vision, you dare.
Silence is roaring over there.
And you couldn’t even hear.
What is tall? What is short?
If we had nothing to compare.
You did right, I did wrong.
But who does even care?
We make context.
We give meanings.
We raise it up and bring it down.
At the end, who gets the crown?
Only standards decide.
Substandard gets sidelined.
And yet they both reach the finish line.
No winners nor losers.
They’ll make it in their own time.

Disaster in the making.

If you do not know, if you have not experienced, if you are unsure then it is better to not propagate. It is disastrous.

My word against yours.
A sound for a sound.
Double it up.
Treble it down.
Words and more words.
Silence is leaving the space.
Taking the peace along.

A little higher. A little lower.
The pitch is changing.
The things you uttered.
Did you even hear?
But then you’d wonder…
How could you say
What you don’t
 believe?

The words with your intent,
Hitting my heart.
Out in the open,
I am defence-less.
Do I stop now? I am not lacking!
Do I take you down?
It’s a disaster in the making.

Soiled Soil.

We are because the soil is. There is a bigger picture and a smaller one like this shot I captured.

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Who knew from dirt would originate beauty!?

I do not think we appreciate the little things in life as much as we should. I do not mean little things like strangers being nice to you, or having your life under control because of important people who play various roles and get things in order for you. I am referring to much basic things, elements like the land and the sky.

One is over the head and the other below our feet. We are here not just because of circumstances, not only because of people or places. In reality, we are here because the universe is in the order each and every day. It becomes an automatic process to be living like immortals overlooking the sky above and the soil below not necessarily realising that everything is working in order to hold us in place, and much easier to take a note of the next random person or their opinions about you.

Let’s hold on to the positive events like, the trees are still giving out oxygen, or that there is no zombie apocalypse… yet (haha).

We talk about global warming and the ozone depletion and we talk about the rising sea level and decreasing coast-lines. And we have so many things planned out to mitigate the damage we caused. But do we really look at the soil or the sky as a blessing or just as another thing for us to use and exploit!? Resources that are abundant are resources too.

PS: On a funny note… Global warming sounds like a lame reason for the extinction of human race. Let’s strive for a Zombie apocalypse or AI going against humans. now that would be a cool story.

 

 

Nerve.

Moxie sounds like an antibiotic but on a serious note when you finally do get the nerve to do something, is it too late? Or is it just the right time?

Minute by minute
You came closer to me.
Seconds by seconds
Now it breaks me within.
True, It is quicker than I feel.
But why is this your drill?
When did I become this?
Parts of me I let you steal!
Had I been more (willingly) giving,
Would this be a smaller deal?
How about this time…
I Let it hurt you for real.
For once you go through
What made me shriek.
For I never had the nerve.
To show what you did.
But piece by piece
Now payback for all your deeds.
And watch me walk out (alive or dead).
One way or the other, I’ll be freed.
See me use your shackles on you.
The game is finally being played by two.