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!

Advertisements

Ambling

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

 

WP_20170806_003

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.”
______________________________________________________
You have got to be careful. Anything can be offensive (nowadays).

Fogged up.

Fog does look good on windows though.

IMG-20170802-WA0005

Dusty but it is something ¬†ūüėõ

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.

Traces and trails.

Is it meaningful to try to trace your steps back to something that was not meant to be? I do not think it is. But those who move on quickly are they heartless? Hmm… Some questions are not easy to answer but experience can give us some insight.

We leave traces and trails. What we ignore finds us, and what we try to find seems to run away and hide further from our sight. Traces, they are everywhere and we do not only leave them, we carry some of them. What we do is, we keep ourselves occupied with the traces that are behind us and miss out on the trails in front of us.

Having understood that we should not live in the past, we make a conscious effort in choosing our thoughts and focus on the present. But does that work? Is that enough? If we look closely we would observe that even though we think we are not living in the past or that we are not thinking about the past, the traces of our fondness and attachment to the past could be found for example, in speech, in eyes Рthe way we look at certain things.

Have you ever said that you have finally moved on from someone or something, but later realised that you still talk about it. The conscious choice of not having thoughts is perfect but the idea of “what it was like” stays so strongly etched in the mind that we speak of it highly and frequently. Some of us would even find ourselves seeking the same experience. Familiarity is nice but could become an obstacle.

Traces, that is what we need to to get over with and look for trails that lead into a new adventure.

Talk and talk

You said, I said.
A lot was said.
I heard you heard.
A lot went unheard.
My  statements.
Their statements.
My beliefs vs
What they believe.
Talked and talk.
Hear and miss.
You might just
Feel the bliss.
Zip and it up before
This goes amiss.

LOL or may be lol.

A friend can tickle,
Spots unknown to others.
Friends can act crazy,
Just for your laughter.
A small giggle a little smile.
We all shared them all the while,
In classes, in games,
In all the serious places it seems.
A joke, a wink, a smirk
Be it from miles away.
Still it works.
And A LOL
or a laugh out little.
But you know…
You want to burst.
So chuckle away!

Hatin’ n Lovin’

If they do not hesitate from hating then why should we hesitate from loving, right?
Even in the worst case scenario nothing would come out of either. But never start hating love just because of one failure instead we must learn to love the hate because that just might teach a hater a lesson or two about love.

And then again if you say people can not be changed that easily then just remember this very statement and do not let anyone change your lovin’ either.

Rumour

When you are just in a funny mood and not really inspired but you still want to write something like this happens:

(J)oin a few more dots.
(U)nder line all the extra facts.
(I)nside out should be the detail.
(C)ovet the most important tracks.
For (y)our rumour to be kneaded well.

Add (j)ust a little bit of spices.
(U)se salt as per your liking.
(I)n bits you may add the garnish.
(C)over it up while cooking.
(Y)ummy rumour-bun is a relish.

(J)ust a little sense hidden…
(u)nderneath all the confusion.
(I)n a cohesion (c)reate an illusion
(Y)ank open a rumour when you need it.
Do butter up for extra juicy bits.

 

Facts are facts.

Not my kind of prompt I have something else on my mind.

“Facts do not leave place for possibilities?” – It is from a movie.

I like that statement. Facts indeed do not leave any space for further discussion, they are stoned etched in a way, what it is – it is! and that is that! And why is there even a need for possibilities? What kind of possibilities do we really need?

Sun rises form the eat and sets in the west. That is a fact. But is it? In the bigger schemes of things sun does not even move, it is the earth that revolves around the sun and there must have been a time people thought that earth was the centre of the universe.

Had people settled with the theory of sun rising and setting no one would have ever made an effort to know more about it. Just like the earth’s shape it seems flat but it is for a fact spheroid like ellipse. So I guess that clarifies the need of questioning and in the bigger picture, we should always take things as they are – mere statements, mere observations because facts are made only when theories are proven. And what is this proof?

As scientific and mathematical a proof can be like for gravity or sky’s colour being blue, the proofs always reside¬†in our five senses. On an external level seeing, hearing, tasting, touching, smelling proves the absence or presence of something or someone very easily.

And that is why I find it a little amusing that Newton discovered¬†gravity only when an apple hit his head like did he never fall down on his own to question – “why do I always fall down?” Do not tell me that is not funny.

We mostly make discoveries of the things that were always there and research things that are futuristic in their notion. That is such a beautiful difference between discovering and researching. And when it comes to supernatural Рall the things that have been imagined, all things that are believed by some and disregarded by others for the lack of scientific explanation Рwhat is the proof? Why is the world so divided on religion and god? And are they even real? What if all of it is just nonsense?

All in all when there is no scientific proof for something, one could use¬†the five senses. And if that fails to make one a believer they could try experiencing it – sort of like the sixth sense; call it feels, gut feeling, intuition, experience.¬†For experience is not refutable and it is personal. See that is the word¬†personal!¬†It is called¬†“personal” experience but that does not mean¬†others can not have¬†it.

Facts are facts but personal experiences are factual too just that they are personal like dreams, there is no proof for them. Only memories and experiences, after all our brain does NOT differentiate if it is real or imaginary because if it is an experience – it happened. It happens and it is real!