Evening musings.

                                           

Havelock Island

On an evening like this,

I feel the time should stop

That there should be a moment of silence,

That there should be no feeling of loss.

That the breeze touching my face,

The truest fragrance in this air,

The sounds of crickets, so noblest and clear.

The dark night and the moon

creating a silhouette out of the mount.

I gaze through the window

At this site so enchanting,

Tapping into one’s truest expressions

Losing the sense of time.

But there is a sense of loss,

The dryness in expressions,

And the mechanical talks.

A feeling being away from the truth,

The feeling of not being integral,

When the soul is agitated, and

Anxiety gripping the soul,

Slowly one gets trained,

To live like a machine in chains...

I felt like an instrument, being used,

 A means towards an end.

I search for the meaning of all this in time,

watching nature as it expresses the divine

Hoping it slows down,

to let me  have a look within myself and

 discover what I really seek.

The Ego fusion.

@Sikkim

In mornings I come across the thoughts like bruises and balms.

The mistakes I made, the wrongs I said

They dawn upon me, in musings of mornings.

Just to confirm that they have me.

And I struggle with them, argue with them

But seldom are they ready to admit that I had been sane.

That it was not my fault, not my thought to be a bigot.

Just like them are these balming moments of joy

They come from within and leaves a smile on my face

 just like the butter spreads on bread.

I love both of them, for it is what I have been

 cunning, careless and demanding sometimes,

But also honest, helpful, and supporting.

I think now not to resist 
because they exist out of my indulgence,

My faults and compulsions, from the generosity and at times altruisms.

In the mornings I make peace with them,

not to resist but to co-exist with them.

Because it's the light of the Sun,

that Pierces through oneself.

To distinguish the selfish & selfless,

And understand the underlining unrest.

It’s when most of us are lost in denial,

To settle down within is what matters.

                                                         
                                              

An allegory of love.

@Haflong,Assam

Mountains and clouds

Layers one beyond another.

Seem to me in conversations

Of deep joy, serenity and friendship.

The cloud moves, with the windy airs, laughing in the sun's glare.

The mountain admires her for snowy feathers and the occasional wistful stares.

Mountain wait to hear the cloud's impatient outbursts and

sometimes cringes when she's moody and treats him impaired.

The trees, flowers, shrubs request the mountain to make up,

That the cloud is pretty, make her stay for us,

They say,

when you two meet, and she stays over that's the time

We remember the rains poured the night over and

the rainbow announced what had happened in the night's gown.

Mountain longing for the cloud's company

Waits to hear her voice, and requests the wind to slow down.

But for cloud, he is just one among many on the ground.

Onetime, he had helped, consoled her and she had cried in his arms to free herself of worries and doubts.

That was the day the rainbow described and the affair, the trees, and shrubs ascribed.

The mountain admires the cloud,

But is aware of his groundedness.

He waits for the cloud that will come to stay on its own, with him.

Not on a windy day or a dark night with nobody to go,

But for the one who chooses to stay for days and nights.

For he knew a cloud exists,

who will help him let loose his inhibitions,

where conversations will last generations.

Who will assure him when in doubt?

Mountain unassuming, caring for his family of the green shroud,

waits for his companion cloud.

And I stand admiring him from the corner of this window.

How he lets go, with stillness and no desire to hold...
 A lesson I learned looking through my window.

@Haflong,Assam

                                        

An ode to Shimla

@Shimla Academy

On this lazy and hazy Sunday morning,

I see you wrapped in colors so beautiful and enchanting.

I take your breath inside of me, for your deep sighs and

the ever-changing expressive eyes are melting the ice inside of me.

I want to hold you closer, for I know you are too deep to be understood in just an encounter.

I want to experience your mornings, you appear so fresh then,

but never to miss your evenings for you are equally playful then.

So let me confess, I have fallen for you,

for seldom one may come across someone, so beautiful and true like you.

Thee know we all make mistakes, some just happen, but some are there to be endeared.

So please understand even if it doesn't appear, for I being me it's always hard to convey the deepest inhibitions.

But on this lazy and hazy Sunday morning, I have to confess you got me talking.

The touch of your slender fingers caressing my hair, the deep gaze of your eyes has touched something unknown inside me,

My mistakes my imperfections now seem a reflection of the very soul so human

To know thy beauty is in thou imperfections,

and the graceful ways of your expression.

To witness a mural so natural and enchanting. 

For I thank thee my dear to make me understand

how simple it is to keep it simple,

that beauty is so individual, each having her own form and expression.

Imperfections are now what I look to adore, a view into the heart and the untouched soul.

I thank thee for pushing my hand into writing these vows in this lazy and hazy Sunday morning.
               
                                                                      

@Shimla

                                                                                  

Reflections by the river side.

@ Spiti District, Himachal Pradesh

Strong and tough, rough yet beautiful,

Sounds unclear, indistinct yet soulful.

A design in the chaos, A pattern in the fusion,

A just demonstration about, the nothingness of forms and perfection.

It’s just the water that flows, the wind that blows,

the playfulness of the mountain and the clouds.

Just that it is changing throughout,

This change in every moment, speaks aloud

That No moment here is ordinary….

That every moment here is divine and extraordinary.

That there is nothing as a refuge, or recluse.

But that I and you are a part of this moment,

which is changing as I speak to you.

It is 'now' that I write these lines,

It will be 'now' when I will utter these lines.

I know now sitting by this flowing water, inhaling this fresh wind

That one needs to be in the moment for no moment is ordinary.

And you say embrace ... everything, everyone.

your flow, your glow

In the twilight now, I hear you.

Weren’t you whispering all this time to me!
With the onset of darkness, I leave now with sparkle inside me.