Musings

A spray, a sprinkle, a stain,
The glass is all fogged up.
The times that were…
The time that is…
As the Time that shows through it.

With Time, grows the stain stronger
And the memories fainter.
And the times that Time bore witness to
Eludes the inevitable erase-
A memory forgotten in Time…
A memory strained by Time…
A memory stained by Time…

-june 15,2010

There she lies in all her splendor…
The color hasn’t faded, although the lifeline has.
In deep slumber she lay there
Letting go of her self to the wind

The wind brushes against the delicate petals on her back
And tries to carry her body
That is tired to even move a wing…

The wind blows harder
Desperate to help her lift her wing
So she could flutter as she used to
But she lay there in deep slumber
Maybe she was flying around in her dreams…may be

Ignorant of the wind’s effort
She lay there right next to the wheels of my car
Beautiful as always
For once posing for a photograph

The ever evading momentary glimpses
Lay there in all stillness
To be captured by the lenses

She lay there unaware
Unaware that I was taking a picture
Unaware of the world’s existence
Maybe even unaware of her own non-existence
Lost in the dreams of death’s deep slumber… (Dreaming in the deep slumber of death…)

-10/22/2007

(Inspired by: http://arthi.org/photo_blog/index.php?showimage=3)

It is the dead of winter,
Formidable wind chills that could wither the petals.
The blossoms are safe inside,
But is this the life they want?
Would they rather embrace the cold wicked wind
For a moment’s life
And wither away to glory?
Or do they want to live
For many more moments
Stifled?
Stifled in the air that locks their life
In a heart that wants to die?

Pockets of tulips adorn the interior landscape,
Their wings firmly held to the ground.
It makes a child wonder…
‘Why does the flower not want to fly?’

Flashing lights, camera flashes
The tulips in the background
Trap a memory for the curious visitors
People smile…
A few blossoms droop…
They quietly give in…
And the bird flies away!
The bird with colorful feathers,
And feet planted to the ground
Flies away…

01-22-07

After visiting ‘The World’s Largest Indoor Tulip Show’ Jan21st 2007, Mall of America

In his vast expansiveness…
There seems to be transience everywhere
Marks identities seem to keep changing
Paths assuming new turns with every blow
The sculpture gets chiseled with time
Attaining perfection with every wind
To reach towards the ultimate perfection
Only to realize its transience -
When all Ultimates turn to nothingness…
When time seeks for a change…
Assumed Indelibles become temporal
Creating voids for new temporal Indelibles…

A dream is being built
With twigs and planks
The air around is strong and uncertain
Still the build goes on…
I’m well aware-
One strong blow
and it would fall apart.
There would be left only fragments
Fragmented dreams…
Yet hope is alive
‘The ‘fragments’ live
-the ‘present’ of the future to be
and of the ‘past’ that was.
To become a new dream
An old meaning metamorphosed.
And I still continue to build…
And let the waves in.

The small sapling -all alone in the vast expansiveness
Grapples its way up….
Its strong foothold
-the terra firma,
It penetrates deeper and deeper
Probes into the unknown fathoms.
The air around is tumultuous…
With the breeze whip lashing the tender fronds
Growth hardening the slender stalks
It stands……
….Resisting….
Every mark -every chisel
-Every streak echoes tales
Of its making -
Of its strength -
To stand against the turmoil
Rooted to the ground
That holds unrevealed…
Secrets of it’s strength within.

A new life emerges
An alien land -unknown newness around
The first touch -the warmth of affectionate hands
Couched in this, the tender one begins its journey….
With a heart so pure
And curiosity to learn, to explore and to feel
Unclouded, uncluttered and unconstrained
The movement is free
Freedom to run, to walk, to dream
And to believe in dreams
Every step -a new step
The curiosity of the perennial waves
The inexplicable comprehension of the song the distant bird sings
The conversation with the kitty at the door….
And the toffee shared with her…
All the laughter and talks with grandpa…
Life then seemed an endless sea of relationships-
Every new relation adding hue to the collage of life
Every hand was in reach and to reach out
Self -non existent, dissolves in the oneness.

But somewhere down the lane
Man has forgotten -
Forgotten the child in him,
Forgotten the hands that he held -all along his walk
He has forgotten to share,to care,to look around
Has forgotten the language of love -
Has forgotten his roots of evolution…
Has forgotten what he was and what he wanted to be.
Grappling to free himself
From the self imposed entanglements
Of petty prejudices and bargains of business
Has forgotten the definition of living and coexisting.

As a kid
You hear things you can never decipher
You are encompassed with voices
when you comprehend them not
Time elapses
You start sentencing your broken phrases
You have people to hear
You grow up…..
You are distanced…
You no longer have audiences
No longer patient listeners.
They listened intently to your babble
Now your comprehensible speech no longer fascinates
Voices around are intelligible
When you wish you unheard them
Strange mismatches of life…..