Measure.

Read your movements.
Watched you talk.
Checked your tone.
Measured the lows, the highs.
The shades all around.
But the glimmer in your eyes.
Tells me if everything’s alright.

 

Timing the time.

Watching a leaf fall from a tree or keeping track of your time as you are on the go, which one are you more naturally drawn to keep a check for? I think it is the latter that brings a sense of responsibility on us, after all being punctual is a good quality to have.

I feel as if time passes more quickly when we keep a watch on it. Like in the case of watching a leaf falling, you would probably find that a leaf takes an eternity to reach the ground, specially when you observe it while you are preoccupied.. Sounds funny but try it out.

We know a leaf does not take that long, but because mostly we are so impatient it starts seeming as if it is time consuming or waste of time even. In reality the check on time is meant to aid us in multi tasking unfortunately as a result of this we tend to become impatient.

“The clock is ticking”, the very sentence just takes away a heart beat as if not time but life is slipping out of our hands. The segregation of certain-activities of life which are supposed to be growth or maturity based have been put under a time-check. If you do not reach the finish line in said time you lose. If you do not meet dead lines you are dead. If you do not get this, or experience that by a set time/age you will be left behind.

The idea of timing time has taken away the experiential aspect of life. We all know slowly and slowly the structure and organisation is only burning people out instead of making them relaxed.

As I see compulsions arise from this systematic approach to living. As children there was only sun rise and sun set meaning get up and go to bed the rest was just a fun-filled day. And now as I time the time I always fall short of time. Like every other thing that we created we have allowed one more to control us instead of us controlling it.

Do it when you feel is right, do it timely not at “right-time”.

Pleased yet?

Every thought to please you.
Every gesture to please you.
Every word to please you.
I tried to please you.
Were you pleased?

Stars from the sky?
Pearls from the ocean?
Flowers of the fresh bloom?
It is only my confusion…
How to make this love blossom.

I dressed to please you,
Kept quiet to please you.
Held you to please you.
I tried it all for you.
You were not pleased.

If the heart and soul
Is not enough.
What will matter to you?
I give myself.
That is all I have.

All sounds to please you.
A song to please you.
I will dance to please you,
In your rhythm with you.
Will you be pleased?

 

Blinded

Wow it sure has been a long time since my last post. The entire editor for the new posts has changed, it is dizzying. I am blinded by the white background actually I preferred the blue-white combination; the earlier version.

On a personal note, I finished my exams for the first semester and decided to take a long vacation after that, but lately I have been busy enjoying spring. It has been ages since the last time I walked amidst the spring bloom. So I actually planned an entire trip which naturally involved going out of this concrete jungle into an actual one.

Now I have some serene, satisfying, colourful views, all captured in my phone. I am not officially into photography so my phone is good enough, I guess. This one particular shot was captured blindly, it is not easy to stare at the sun for long you know.

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What a shot 🙂 right?

Sometimes…

I ran, I fell, I stood up.
But the wounds remained.
I looked outside, I looked inside.
But only my energy drained.
I breathed, I exhaled.
I was breathless at the end.
I tried it this way, I tried that.
Which works, don’t know yet.
I saw, I did, I followed.
But was that what I wanted?

My needs and my wants,
For me and for all,
For good or for worse,
Doubt just emerges,
Each time that I fall.

More often than not.
You have to question.
If it was, It is and it will be.
But what if it is not?
And sometimes you wonder.
If love is strong, it is.
But what if it has no power at all.
Sometimes you can’t believe.
It is difficult To have courage
And be kind with disbelief.

 

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.

Rhythmic Dancers

Sunrise, flower blooms,
The sparkling dew drops
Shining through and through.
Green grass, fallen leaves.
Change of colours and fragrance afresh
Under blue skies one won’t believe.

Rustling trees, a little craw, a chirp
A loud grunt and a scary roar.
The forests are awake with a snore.
A flock of birds flying away.
The dance, the sync so rhythmic.
About this, one can’t be blasé.

To us it is just a view.
A reality for everyone to see.
Much more to those who seek.
But like ballet and its elegance.
As a dancer on this stage,
We must maintain the correct pace.

 

We should not forget that we are a part of it and not ‘the only’ or ‘most important’ ones but mere actors dancers on this huge stage where everything has its own role to play. One’s actions, others’ reactions and so on and so forth.

Be in sync!

Hiding away.

Far far away, farther than here.
I have a hideout there.
I could be gone for days.
But can not hide from you.
You will find me anywhere.

Little little closer, right in your sight.
The way you set this body alight.
I could be burning in many flames.
But not with you.
You know how to put the pain away.

Stronger stronger, this love gets.
For it knows no rest.
If only you would share the feeling.
But how can you?
You find it overwhelming.

Strange strange love, or a fantasy?
A game of hide and seek we play.
I will wait for you to say,
But perhaps not today,
That for love you will stay.

 

Shiny on the surface

The grass is not only greener from a distance but everything is in glitter. What we have we can not appreciate what we do not have, our desire for it keeps us from enjoying the present and whatever shines must become one of our possessions.

It is our nature to look out for ourselves and we try to obtain the best of what is available but even when we are all moving forward and polishing more than just the outer surface as humans it is only natural to miss a spot or two on the inside.

Missing spots only makes us humans, makes us normal, I mean who is perfect anyway. I might be shiny on the surface but I have my darker side too and as duality exists in reality there is no good without bad. It is mostly by choice that one is good because it really does not matter these days, it is not really useful as compared to being cunning.

But even with all the talk over this, the goodness and the good, strange things still happen. Mr. Trump did win after all, right? I do not have an opinion on how good he will be as a politician because I am not even in the US, but there have been enough occasions where his behaviour, to put it politely, was questionable.

So as my point is, even when we are heading into this state of common consciousness where we all know a lot, all share a lot, and everyone is talking a lot about the bigger and the better, most of it is out on the surface. Not that it is bad, at least there is a talk, but unless it comes from deep within we can not expect a triumph of good over evil any soon.

What is a shiny car with an old engine, it might look good but it is only a show piece and that is not what is car is for.

 

Blurred

Blurred memories or visions or dreams do not necessarily mean they are just a figment of our imagination, for what is created by our mind comes either from our sub-conscious or the conscious itself.

Whichever it may be, we need to pick it up from an external source or an existing one. Also, our consciousness does not create out-of-nothing, it merely brings things or ideas up or distorts them enough to make it super-confusing or as I would like call it “alien like”.  If you know what I mean.

As I see it life is filled with series of developments instead of random creations and as energy is never created nor destroyed but simply passed down, same happens with our thoughts they flow thus creating a foundation for future thoughts and over all a behavioural pattern which eventually affects our actions that gradually makes up what we call destiny. I find this mind blowing.

So while you ponder up on that, enjoy this blurry picture of a sunrise. It is just a blur but it is real! Moving vehicles can not stop me from taking pictures.

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Blurry Sunrise – It is not as good but it is a sunrise after all and they are always beautiful.