When Mind Resonates

Forgotten pasts resurrect, And reel back holding me, Persuading to walk back those roads abandoned… It flashed, the distant memory, It doesn't hurt as before, It doesn't pain as the flashes that recurred, But it does bring a subtle wetness Of tears, just as glitter, not to roll down. The incessant self-denials On analysing moments  Had burdened the soul; And at every other peak of it; I crumbled in the closets in silent sobs… And rest of the moments, Smiled and laughed, and sported along! To distract the me, decided for a haircut, And as the lady finished, She touched my face in a gentle pat… My eyes couldn't stop the tear gush, Though I managed that it doesn't roll, The lady asked to check myself in the mirror, And I looked into my eyes, Though blurred, I saw me… The me, 'lost' me, I realised, it was years since  I ever looked at myself in a mirror. I was running away from myself, And that moment I decided, That I need to answer myself, The denied questionnaire...

We strive towards perfection, Expect and look up to it, Push oneself towards it, Set the standards high! In that stride we miss The beauty of imperfections; Like the crescent moon, The elongated shadows of evening, And the waves in random As the river seeks sea… The beautiful cursives joting secrets of mind, Stopping in ellipsis,  Saying more than what's written... Like an unfinished portrait, Rest to be filled by your imagination! As randomness goes to its heights- So stays the balance of life! The weird twists of branches And the randomness of veins… The consistent randomness And the imperfect me! Apocryphal perfection is still sought. Unable I am to point Whether the dawn or dusk stays more perfect, Rather the glitter in my eyes would say it, Or my stupid smile that erupts from nowhere… It's time to embrace imperfections...

I watched the drizzle of rain Falling in the river in a pattern- As it swayed with the wind… I watched the rain approaching me, I stood in silence, admiring the moment, Though my eyes were welled up, In the misery of distant past, Or the future or of the unknowns! The church and the gulmohar seemed aloof, I felt as if they didn't recognise me. Maybe I am different from the one they knew… I wanted them to fill their warmth  In this drenched me, bare and uncloaked... I know, I was distant and closed, And the transformed me is irrecoverably transfigured! I miss the petty talks and silly arguments, I miss the stupidity and laughter. Lost moments in the distant past… I will walk towards you, I'm sure you will recognise my touch, Like the babies feel their mother; Though afraid I am of being replaced, Some hidden pride wants me  To be an irreplaceable vacuum instead! The silly human in me has probably not changed, Though the naiveness has become boldness And ignorance to realisation...