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.

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.

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.

From bumble to humble.

As a tiny tot, we bumble.
We learn, we scribble.
As an adult, we fumble.
Sometimes it goes horrible.

We mature, we stumble.
Holding on to somethings.
Only to see them crumble.
But in fright we think,
We are alone in this jungle.

All of it would vanish in a blink.
Possibly without any rumble.
But the lesson is only at the brink.
As a human, we must be humble.

Making choices.

It has been a long time since I last posted and caper is the prompt for the day, what does that even mean 😛 Anyway, I made some choices and I learnt something worth sharing. So here goes…

Sometimes you make it your way.
And other times…
It helps to just call out mayday.
But which ever you choose.
You will be the one to lose.
But what is lost time,
If not an experienced life.
And if not now,
Then perhaps in a while.
You face the same cross-road.
That already had you riled.
And what stops us today…
Could cost an opportunity.
So keep away the blues.
Ask sans ‘what’ and ‘if’, and choose.
They told us, there are two paths.
They suggested, we take the unbeaten.
They forgot to mention…
It is the same destination.
We thought we chose the outcome.
Surprise, surprise! Win or lose.
It is only the journey we choose.
What kind of ride is all smooth?
Let it be bumpy.
Tell them how you capered about,
Before you fell!
You get more stories to tell.

Voluminous.

Let me spare you the details.
It is either real or it’s all fake.
You can touch it or keep away.
Run or hide and stay aside.
But you will find it in your sight.
What when everything will be at stake?
Will then you not dare to go its way?
It is not until we hit the wall.
Do we realise the reality of it all.
Perhaps all is a dream, it could be a play.
Only for those who know the game.
Wide awake or sleeping deep.
Anyway we end up living it.
I don’t need a voluminous prose.
Might I say it is like the scent of a rose.
And once you get the hang of it.
The spark stays forever lit.

When you are young and tender.

Colours in their full glory.
Sounds in their own tones.
Smells that were beautiful
Would become a taste too.
The feelings were oh so precious.
My emotions, when they were full.
I could dance with joy.
Even if they called me a fool.
There was more inside of me.
A little more than I knew.
And they kept telling me,
How to be and what to do.

Do you think I cared?
Do you think I listened?
Do you think I agreed?
Why would I?
I was young and tender.
My heart was pure and open.
And so were my feelings too.
But I saw a world that,
Blossomed with a different root.
Everyone – bigger and stronger.
But worn out to the core.

I had questions. No answers.
They said a lot though…
“See? This is the reality.
You will have to grow up.
Follow me or follow them.
Make it all yours, make that jump.
Once its yours, you’re happy”
Was their a choice?
I danced on the new tune.
There was no other way.
And now I am still waiting…
To see them happy some day.