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!

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. But this is an expression of the fun and frolic.

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Credit goes to “Unknown”. If I am not wrong it resembles a parrot.

Another rangoli but this one is made with flowers and candles instead of synthetic colours.

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Rangoli could be flowery too. All credit to my friend Tonya for sharing this piece. Although this kind of design with “lights” is more common in Diwali.

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).

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.

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.

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.

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 – the 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.

Maze of life.

The thing about a maze is that, you know for sure that it is going to be confusing, difficult, and very tiring to get through it. The thing about life is that, time and again we have been told that it is a big bad world out there but stories always have two sides.

A maze is known to be treacherous from its point A to point B. You know the start and the end and you are fully aware that you chose to venture into it. It is a conscious choice which gives us a sense of responsibility for every turn we take unlike life where some like to believe that everything that happens internally happens just out of the blue.

Well, like Dumbledore said, “the maze changes people” or something like that. And in reality it does the same. Maybe not as magically and extravagantly but a maze will test you and tests will change you.

Why correlate it to life?
A Journey is mostly unpredictable but in a maze you know you will encounter one problem after the other and despite being prepared we struggle to get through a maze. But the certainty of reaching the end and being rewarded keeps us going. Kind of how fanatics can do absolutely inhuman things just because they believe their actions are in the name of good. What place better than paradise, right?

So it is the certainty of the end that keeps us going when we are in maze or stuck in similar situations. And the funny thing about life is no one knows the beginning no one knows the end. And no one has ever figured out how to go about the one thing that has been left on us to experience – the journey.

So we like to be calculative and try to predict things by observing patterns; physical, mental, behavioural, perhaps even extrapolate them to surroundings and the position of the starts above. All this is just to make things a little more sensible, a little predictable. So we fall in the trap of defining things, people, phenomena and what not. The only thing that needs to be known is that there is no right or wrong way of going about it. You will only know what lies ahead of you once you dare to take the twist, the next turn, the courage that gets us out of the maze will help in getting through it all.

The path is set. The directions are not, You could walk alone, take a partner along or even an entourage if you wish. But let’s remember that it is not about why did I end up where I am right now. Instead asking how? and then never repeating it is the way to arrive at “what next?”.

The “next” is always just another step, twist or a turn and like they have always said life is about the journey. So let’s not get stuck in other mazes that life offers.