The Wandering Thoughts

In this strange place I am at present, between inertia and vibrancy, I’m torn between the abandoned and amusing – well, it amuses me – this limbo that I am currently in, all I can do is muse and enjoy this fantasy fueled lethargy..

I have few words right now; this is my way, to grasp with intuition rather than intellectuality until the sediment has completely settled and formed crystals of the senses to be recorded at the peak of their ripeness.

I am in the Parvati Valley of Himachal Pradesh, another week before I am back.

Till Then I will watch this Rock Growing inside the split oak tree.

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Why Go On...??

Why: such an eternal and often unanswerable word that operates also as a question.

It implies a meaning and an intent, a cause and reaction, a chain of events.

It is basic and elemental.

Some words are laden, heavy, weighted with meaning. Some words once meant deeper things, but the meaning has since been lost, like those words absorbed by the English language beginning with "wr" that indicate a twisting motion, or misdirection.

The word writing itself describes a twisting motion of the wrist (which turns and twists to drag the utensil across the surface).

Such meanings have since become wraiths, the lost haunting shadows of words.

We type but we call it writing. The physical act described means we're doing something else when we sit at a keyboard and tap away at the keys.

What, exactly, are we doing, and why are we doing it?

The Anatomy of Meloncholy

A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain....

from : The Day is Done,
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Her Return

With the dazzling glory of the sun

Today, after many days, she came.

All calm and patience did I lose

Not all her shyness did she restrain

Moonshine

Yes, My love, you may be
sure

Even when parted I will think often
of you

of the life we shared here

when you seemed
the Goddess incarnate
to me and your singing
pleased me best

Now among other women you
in turn still stand first


as the red - fingered moon
at sunset takes
precedence over the stars around her
her light spreads equally
on the salt sea and fields
thick with bloom

Delicious dew pours down to freshen
roses, delicate thyme
and blossoming sweet clover,
she wanders

aimlessly, thinking of her gentle
lover, her heart singing
heavy with longing in her little breast

She shouts aloud: Come we know it;
thousand - eared night repeats that cry
across the seas shining between us

To Kill A Mockingbird......

What have you done to Time? she asked




I finally Killed It ..............

Creeping Snakes

- During Dinner her feet dance under the table. Creeping snakes!!
Looking intently at her plate she devours her food, the picture of innocence.. not responsible
for the footwork going on under the table ! like nooses her legs get hooked. Here and there.

- I take her for a ride on my bike, a long way from home.
Her hair always in my face.