Semusing # 19 - Wordless Wednesday

Semusing #18 - Verse

Between finding and losing 

Silence and speech

Expression and nonchalance

I know the content

You carefully conceal

Between clinging and fending

Smiling and frowning

Confessing and confiding

I know the gist

You slyly hide

Between joy and tears

Hopes and fears

Embracing and ignoring

I know the distress

You ruthlessly bury.

Between you and me

A seamless flow

I dare you to sever

Try as you might

You'll come back home

To the arms of true love.

Between real and surreal

The lines blur 

As we unite in spirit

Then everything in between

Blurs into union

Then this between

Becomes the biggest illusion

Dispersed into eternal fusion.

Semusing #17 - When it rains, It pours.

Rain makes me very happy. Any type of rain - the drip, the drizzle, the cyclone and everything in between. Sheets of water pouring in, changing the ambiance, the look and feel of the outside. I find the whole phenomena  of rain very thought through, probably the way all natural phenomenon are, from the seasonal cycles, or the life cycles of frogs and butterflies. It puts the human creation in perspective for me and makes me gasp at the unfathomable intellect that is the divine. I know, all roads lead to Rome these days, or my findings in my spiritual quest, but about rain we are musing, and about rain it would remain - though it would flip to be the figurative one, as we progress into the ponder.

When I looked at the phrase "When it rains, it pours" I always see a positive ring to it. Not until recently did I realize, that this phrase has a negative annotation - as in indicating that misfortunes never come alone. "Aye Aye" my grey cells went - "What a Godforsaken mind, pray, had come up with indicating Rain as a misfortune? Tch tch" But isn't interpretation something that isn't generic? It's got to be unique I concluded and thought of using it in a positive sense - as come on people, rain has to be a dopamine infusing event. Nothing less. Full stop.

So the calendar flips to the nineteenth day of the 9th month, and here I am almost conceding to the inertia of taking it easy. "Almost" being the operative word. Since almost can flip and become something else all of a sudden. So here I sit, at the end of a very tiring day that comprised of major home improvement projects being executed in the backdrop of dusting, arranging and parenting - and - 'drum roll' - cooking the first full blown meal for a wine and dine on a week night with some dear guests. After all this, I pause and go - if it rains, it might as well pour. Why not extend the exhaustion a little bit and catch up with some backlogs? But truth be told. I had no definite subject to ponder about. As the day unfolded, between pauses of the incessant brain chatter, I get  bombarded with ideas galore, but today, I chose not to rhyme or reason - I chose to free-form write over a random phrase that caught my fancy and wanted it to be a fatigue drenching pour - making the duality take a time out in a quiet corner, as I complete my commitment. 

And I wish, it pours into your beings, into your homes and hearts - this rain of your choice - love, moolah, or just inspiration to get going on a commitment, what ever your choice of pouring, let it drench you. On that note - I wrap up hashtag seventeenth semusing. Sometimes, you make sense, sometimes you don't - but as long as you keep at it, mind, your reader's won't (Hehe, now you are obligated to not mind ;-))

Semusing #16 - Go on!

One misses a day
And it goes on to be three
Just then realization strikes
That perseverance is the key.
Polys ample
Decoys plentiful
But one word - just one
Persist -
Over the daily grind
Inertia, laze, haze
Over the mundane maze.
Day sixteen
A heap of abstraction
Keeping at it - pulling up
Viola! The show goes on.