Nuts.....

I seem to be going nuts these days..... 

Winter Rain

A fine zephyr sprang up from the North East, the air was pregnant with the promise of rain.

The clouds came too passengers of the zephyr & brooded in the murky greys of the skies, promising many changes but for the moment holding back to taunt and tease. Setting up the stage for the winter monsoon to cleanse the air and rejuvenate the skies as winter finally graced the plains.

The winds rose, the dust settled, the trees engaged in a leisurely sway as if to shake all its leaves awake from the heat of the city, like freshly shampooed hair every individual branch swayed to the tuneless and timeless beat of the zephyr.
The weather patterns promised a change, of an approaching cold front - the thick of winter. In the wind there crept in a hint of revitalizing coolness A faint aftertaste to tantalize the senses. Make you dream of pleasant times and freezing climes.

The Mists, which had increased in the past few days came tumbling down, humbled by the rain filled clouds, which streamed across the sky, the moon played hide and seek with the clouds, often obscured.

He stood there looking into the distance. A droplet fell on his cheek, and rolled down like a tear down his face and vanished leaving a trail in its wake. The wind increased as the clouds started to rumble and roar in the process of unburdening their loads with the last rains for the year. The last blaze of summer brought rain. It rained like it would never stop.

He just stood there, the raindrops pelted his face, but he wouldn’t blink, even though they stung him. The wind was cooling his body rapidly. It felt good to feel the rain wetting his hair and his parched body. It had been so long since he had enjoyed a soak in the rain alone.
The smell of wet earth permeated his senses as he breathed in its essence. It reawakened his senses and took him back in time in the realm of his memories.


The skies on his right lit up as electricity crackled, thunder soon followed in its wake. Somewhere in the night a lone bird cooed its lonely song. Melancholic thoughts left him as he entered the realm of his memories choosing to re live happy ones this night when the sky provided the perfect backdrop for his life to stream past his unseeing eyes.

The winds lashed him again, bringing him back to the present. His eyes still followed the cracks of electricity, which seemed to rend the sky periodically.

The zephyr made him shake off his blues as he felt the pulse of life begin once again to boom in his bosom. . The leaves still swayed languorously. The zephyr still blew. He hummed a rhyme in his deep baritone

I love life & life will have to love me back……
Tu- ru rooo……rooh……

We’ll fly away into the bamboo, with the wind behind our backs.
Tu.. ru… roooh…

Oh such hopes, such dreams
The wind carries us away

Who will remember me
When I leave this heavenly place

Tu ….ru… rooh…
Oh woman, leaf.

Homage to a Japanese Painting.

 

Mist

This cloud
has looked upon the world
and loved it so,
that it cannot bear to fling its rain down
as others do.

From it's cold distance in the sky
It has loved the world so....

that it has dragged itself down,
Stooping from the chill heights of the sky
and thrown its white, wet arms around the grass,
and kissed with soft, liquid lips the hilltops
and flung itself, in wanton abandon,

across the horizon - body of the world
fitting itself, snuggling into each crevice,
and every contour around the undulating landscape
kissing each individual leaf,
with it's swollen, sea - burden

Mist

 

Her Spell....

I see this woman of the night
shed more each time ----

First whole draped in black velvet
she winks a pearly smile.

She has a secret she's longing to impart
Carefully she tugs away the darkness
and slowly she reveals her growing bosom

Embarrassed for her, I look away.
But she lures my eyes to gaze
Upon her voluptous curve---

Hands reach out to touch a fantasy
of smooth marble marred only by the evening shadows
She feigns bashfulness
behind a fan of feathered clouds

Lonely sighs grope for solace and
their breaths graze across her cheek,
lovers so entranced, forget each other.
their hearts swell, fed by her luscious promises.

She tosses back her hair, glimmering with stars
How coy of her. She knows the limits.
Forsaken. They ebb and flow away.

Each night she bares more, dropping her silken veils

In her fullness, she is divine
her mammoreal bosom is unrivalled

She can fuse the hues of the blue night
and melt into the drippings of the setting sun.

Isn't this too much?? Does she know what she is doing?
Hungry for attention. She shouts in the darkness.
She resonates loud, brassy. Jazzy tones.----

She pulses to the tempo of her own
sings an aria to her soul
she shares all she has.

Oh!! she knows well what she is doing
Sublime and surreal.
She shines brightest
This serene beauty who rules my nights.

You remind me

Of a very gentle

little girl, I once

watched picking flowers

A New Begining

You know anything about chaos theory? I know it has to do with fractal geometry. That's about all I know.

But it also has to do with there being order and even... great beauty, in what looks like total chaos. And if we look closely enough at the randomness around us, patterns will start to emerge

I want patterns to emerge too…

Patterns that define my life better, right now they are all haphazard and entangled.

I would like uniformity in my thoughts so that I can write words….

Truly brilliant words with a deep insight and very elegantly strung together, to define a profound meaning within a few choice but apt words which sum up a basic truth about life, faith, belief and various other truths I have encountered in my life.

I would like to dream….

Dreams I can make my reality. Park my dream boat in a lovely spot by a chuckling brook of freshly melted ice with just me and her to keep me company. I want to dream of her. Of touching her, feeling her, talking to her, sharing everything with her so that the two become one.

I want to feel….

I am sick of being numb to all emotions all senses nothing penetrates this thick membrane of indifference I have been wearing as a cloak against heartbreak. Something needs to penetrate my sense of detachment that I so comfortable with.

I want to travel,

Travel and reach those distant horizons that I see beckoning me somewhere out there every time I look out towards the sky. I want to bridge the gap between my finite life and infinite ambitions.

I want to roam ......

unfettered by the shackles of responsibility I never asked for, but which were still thrust upon me.

I want to re invent myself.......

A pale shadow of what I am today, maybe a better self.

I look for a purpose.....

In this foray into life and hope to find it one fine wintry day when the cold winds blow from the north and come winging their way to me bringing much needed colour to my cheeks..

I want to bring order into the chaos that is my life.

I want to be at peace with myself.

Reconciled with my reason and in tune with my wandering thoughts.

I see all these things already inside me, but getting them into some order and make perfect sense is proving elusive.