Are we mighty?

Words, they are taken for granted sometimes. Anyone who pays even a little bit of attention to what they are feeding their mind or picking up from their surroundings in the form of sounds (that carry meaning) will definitely take care of the words that they utter themselves. Clearly, actions have repercussions and speech is an action too.

Words are sounds, everything is sound and when we attach meanings we call it a language or a code, music or noise etc. as we see fit. There is so much research going in the field of sound and vibrations, frequencies and their effects but the clutter in our minds kind of renders us insensitive to all of it. So much that we tend to consume more than we should and spread even the undigested.

Anything that is new will soon be a norm and then probably a habit, but what we lose in this process is the ability to choose, in the sense that, either we get used to things or we abuse them. Either way if we lose the ability to choose then who is mighty, the thing or the being?

Then there is that angle of verbal and non verbal cues playing in-sync to deliver more than what is being said which clearly makes language just another tool at the disposal of the user. So who is mighty now? It was always the meaning not the word!

And the whole idea of immense power is not only comparative in nature but also subjective to context. So, whatever gets deemed as high and mighty without clear context or actual basis for comparison can be be dangerous.

We need not fight over right or wrong. The freedom to make choices is what we should never lose. The pen is not necessarily mightier than sword, and when it comes down to being powerful just on their own neither pen nor sword is powerful. They are, in fact, just tools like the words that are brought to life with meanings that we give or attach to them. This kind of makes us mighty and that means we better be responsible and careful with what we bring to life.

 

P.S. Words and sword are the same letters slightly rearranged and that is awesome! Need I say more.

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What makes you glorious.

What makes me,
That I dare not lose.
All of what I hold dear.
I’d keep it near,
But it’s not mine to choose.
The transition happens.
One could be unaware.
Life that was out and about.
Lives more intensely…
Inside the mind’s wall.
Living and laughing…
Has to be arranged.
Imagining distant future,
Somewhere, somehow
A “better” day.
Mind is capable of that trick.
Do not get addicted to it.
Stare into the void,
Giggle at the craziest noise.
Cry for any reason.
Laugh every season.
I think it is worthwhile
Don’t take it lightly.
It is not just a smile,
It makes us glorious.

 

Made up penchant.

A scene so perfect.
It seems surreal.
This shining light,
The warmth I feel is real.
This is suffocating.
Like there’s air no more.
Those loud sounds I hear.
They come from far away.
I do not know.
Your whispers in my ears.
I can’t comprehend.
Am I paralysed?
Is this a dream?
Why can I sense it?
Like I am only audience.
It is my scene…
And I am nowhere.
Where are my lines?
What are my lines?
This can’t be reality!
…. And it is not.
It is my habit taking over.
This constant battle…
The past has scarred.
The future only scares.
But I like to live it,
I live it in my head.
The pain that is not actual.
I make it up very well.

Why obey?

The times are such that everything is seen in a different light. Either it is a shift in perspective or it is something that we unconsciously have called upon ourselves. Think words that begin with “new age”. We are referring to things as new age, but are they really? Well, this is a huge topic that a millennial could rant about, but I am going to stick to obedience in this one.

So I have noticed that, you could ask someone to do any sort of thing if you use love and it won’t be seen as using any force or wrong means. Love is not unfair at least seemingly it is not. Although, that does count as manipulation, which is bad on an entirely different level, but it is not physically harmful – Right? Love works in many ways.

People are making up notions after notions and more the beliefs the farther we move from reality. For instance there are people who think that authority means respect and obedience must automatically come to them – oh, the dilemma of many a managers people these days. 

It all begins with using someone who is needy or manipulating people for their simplicity and soon enough drunk with power authorities mistake this submission for obedience. See there is that change in perspective.

Sooner or later one person comes along who is not scared enough, scared but not enough, who is not easy to control, and they simply disobey which shakes the very foundation of so called powerful people which in turn can make them violent.

It is easy to feel invincible, specially around someone submissive but this same sense of dominance and this approach has seen silent revolutions overthrowing many a powerful authorities in the past. And here we are again sort of repeating it or ignoring it. You and I are one or the other – stuck in it, too afraid to make a move or overlooking it because why get involved.

There are so many things that could make us fearful, when we are pushed enough we finally break and hell breaks loose too but why wait that long. Fear is just another mental reaction. Hard to overcome but not impossible and no one is alone anyway. So disobey!

One’s qualities make people fond of them and then they follow and that is loyalty, that is obedience. Obey only when presented with humanity not even love. You see love is just another tool – some use it well and others use it very well – selfless and selfish, we got both types so be careful.

Critical critique.

A moment ago,
It was too soon.
A moment later,
It’ll be too late.
I know it very well
Always the same bait.
But as someone said,
Be late than never!
I think I’m in this rut
Sort of stuck forever!
Critical as my critique is.
I could make it every time.
If it wasn’t for a habit.
Well…
See you at the deadline.

That one habit we all have, take it casually until the clock strikes 12 at midnight!

Magnetic tug of war.

(M)aybe I was blinded.
(A)ll the signs…. Did I ignore?
(G)ot me feeling stranded.
(N)ever saw this happening to my own.
(E)veryday I was cautious then.
(T)o keep away any pain.
(I)n the process I forget that,
“(C)ould be” is not in my hands.

I’d like it to be certain.
But uncertainty…
Is what makes life (within).
Draws me in. Scares me away.
And pulls me to the side.
The magnetic push and pull..
And tomorrow wins again.
Let’s hope…. It’s worth the while.

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.