Saturday, April 03, 2021

A-Z Day 3 - C for Curtains


Peek a Boo
Through the filters
The virtual, the veritable
Guarding, concealing
What there is.

What do you see?
Beyond the layers?
Do you seek to see to begin with?
Or does your sight skim through the surface
Swimming shallow, living hollow!

Playing hide and seek 
Are flutters bright and bleak
Day's nuances carefully covered
Obscure to what doesn't bother
To delve, to dig
Deep within
Through the layers of fabrics, Fibs
And curated facades.

Do you look or  see?
Do you listen or  hear?
Do you live or  exist?
Do you draw them close in your delusion
Or reveal the real in your lucidity?

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Friday, April 02, 2021

A-Z Day 2 - B for Because





I jumped on the A-Z challenge because I realized my daily grind is taking over my life and I am not doing the one thing that I consistently loved since I was a child. That one thing is writing. I remember having small notepads with scribbles of random words and doodles that didn't make sense to anyone except yours truly. Writing was my consistent companion, my best friend that soaked in a processed all things life threw at me. And with this challenge, I sign up for a commitment to keep at it, only to realize how much I need to stay in touch with this writing side of me - this catharsis, this metamorphosis, this coping mechanism through the maze called life, and reducing it to a task that needs to kick in my programmed commitment is kind of a paradox, I also realize. But thanks to the course corrections that come at us, when we least expect. This challenge is definitely a gentle nudge to me, into bringing this stray back to the writing therapy.

So a huge Thank You to the Universe, to the creators and the participants, including me - given that I look at myself as a third party. Well, I need to check back with my parents about the number of times I was dropped on my head since everyone that knows me enough is pretty convinced that I was dropped atleast once. Now circumstantial evidence points at multiple times, as you might agree by now ;)

"Because" comes very handy to me. Being the pseudo intellectual that I am, I enjoy breaking down things, making sense out of the world around me and the age old 'program' that looks for the commitment "Because" to keep at the ambition of doing the mildly ambitious things my otherwise non ambitious self signs up to do.

But this "Because" led me to some epiphanies as I was pseudo meditating this afternoon, while in my mind's eye, there was this word "Because" that popped up as a sign. Then I deduce that this because is as important as it isn't in my humble existence.

While I discovered that I do things "Because", there's a big chunk of my life that defies this word. I realized that I find myself on autopilot by and large, doing things without the customary "Because" preceding them. I sit here, feeling intensely blessed for all those things that defy the Because. All those things I do and I don't for what, or why. All those little acts of love I live through without a reason, without a season and without a preposition.

B dear Brethren that loves to blog - is for Being. The punch in the Human that's supposed to be.

Because there's no need of a because to Be in the Being.

:)




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Thursday, April 01, 2021

A-Z Day 1 - A for Abstract

"She is a Light Weaver.
And I am a Power House.
What are you?"
She asked.

"Nothing"
I paused.
"I am nothing"

"Butterfly?"
She suggested, seeming like she didn't hear me.
"Doesn't it feel light?"
She pursuaded.

"Right and Light both"
When looked back into where it started.
Images of caterpillars and larva flash in the Nothing
Of my mind.

"But nothing is the same in me now"
I intended the pun.

"So, I am nothing"
"If not for this challenge, I would have mused in my silence,
Silence muffled in this duality of a Illusion.
Paradox, that I am, my nothingness dons a pop up studio.
Capturing visions out of nothing.
Those impressions float into the fluff of these words.

"Or a Black Hole may be?"
The persistent little imp rejects the moniker of Nothing.

"Point?"

I smile.
As she takes a bow.
She loves me and my nothingness.
She loves the No-Body, that dwells in this body
Which doodles in words, muses in phrases
Knowing
She's Nothing!


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