When Mind Resonates

The world moves on without you, It's just an illusion- That you are indispensable; You are replaceable- Sometimes you are not- But people learn to live with voids… It's not to be discouraged, But gives essence to your life- Helps you to live more merrily, Guards you from anger, Soothes you with the sword of forgiveness… Forgiveness heals you- It's not to heal the one who hurt you, But for yourself to live cheerfully. People forget the wrong done- The affected won't… You are worth the goodness, Embrace it. You don't live for tomorrow- Live for today, the now. Forgiveness doesn't mean  That you smile and embrace who hurt you, It just means that you let the hard feelings melt, It doesn't form a stone of your heart. You just let go, as if they don't exist! Watch the rain, the meadows, the flowers, The fireflies, robins and mystic wilderness. Solace lies there, as if being with The old friend, with whom you forget manners, You just remain as you- Where you ar...

I just realise that everyone around Has insecurities deep within. Some has wonderfully mastered, And some ignore it. Some secretly pamper it And goes into indifferent silence; The straight face plastered, Moving on with life- Though in depths it stirs, It pulls some strange string, That it triggers a cascade. Self doubt, submerged anger- And search for the right emotion, That would complement the current despair! It's being human, we all have it. Have the courage to extend arms And shake it with the wonderful humans, You will find those insecurities flying away, You will know the worth you carry… You can't please all, Ignore those, and embrace beauty, Life is too short to be insecure. You are not the centre of the universe, But definitely are a part that dictates The life in and around… The smile you brought, The solace you gave, The hand you lent, The shoulder you held, The pat you made, The hearts you touched- Those define you, not the insecurities! You are beyond wonderful- ...

The warmth of friendship Is beyond comprehensions- Where you feel like you lost- The heaviness you carried, And you walk light back. And that reminds me of that rendezvous… After ten years I met him then- More of a brother than a friend- Though was my senior colleague; I called him brother fondly. We had been in random touch- With birthday wishes and festive wishes; Both in own isolations, And we met; ten years down the lane- We both watched the known 'stranger'- Me transformed from bubbly naive To seemingly brave and strong being And he to an older version of himself- Who seemed to have lost his charisma- Somewhere while he walked his life… And suddenly his eye blinked and his cheek twitched, I was shocked, I lightly asked him- He told a medical term. He asked, where to go; I said: 'Immaculate conception church', A place where I tried to shed my insecurities, Where I tried to gather courage, Memories flashed,  I went inside, fell on my knees, I didn't want him to s...

Sometimes letters are too intense- That you abruptly close the book. May be it's only me… May be it's a pattern of behaviour, When emotions seem intense You try to shut it off… Pain, joy, mystery, and many more; Afraid again, of listing those- Afraid of going off-guard. It has amazed me, Though when I was on the verge of insanity, That how the painful, fiery moments Are ignored and shielded from you, Just to get the flashes of those, Which drive you mad- When you least expect. The memories, you never thought to exist- Let you walk on the thin string- Of sanity, and you just walk out of the moment, Aimlessly to the wilderness- Asking solace from nature… Who never questions, never judges- But embrace the 'you' as you are… The flashes of those memory are painful, Much more painful than The moment lived itself! And you shudder at a random voice, A gentle pat even... You overcome it, in your dark silence- Sometimes weeping in closets, And through the dark rainy nights… And o...

I don't know, whether having vivid- Dreams is a boon or bane… I have always felt, there is an undercurrent Of unspoken clues mysteriously Wrapped in the moments in there! Many unknowns were subtly revealed, In some, and some still puzzles… I try to brush off, but it re-surges and pokes… One such was finding a stranger, In the midst of a pandemonium- In the market like nave of the Renaissance model church! And having a mischievous encounter- And to refind the same person again; And know that he has similar belongings as mine, Larger and heavier though! Did that bring a secret smile? Or a deep seated reverence… The blisters I found in his arms Still haunt me though... The pain of subdued emotions probably, I brush off my thoughts again. It's just another dream… But the mischief shared felt wonderful, The stranger turned to an old pal, Whom you always strike right cord with, When you just communicate telepathically, When the right mischief is on… Just like, the friends whom you me...

Sometimes I wish I could cry aloud, I could grieve openly, And I walk to the backyard- Sit silently, watching the dark night, And tears stream, I don't sob, I try not to acknowledge it, And I try to fill the thoughts - Of goodness, love and gratitude, And I feel hollowness and emptiness, The stream continue to flow, Now, I acknowledge it… Maybe, at times you need to, Watch yourself and acknowledge the moment, Than ignoring it and pasting the smile, And the loud laughter that reverberates... This too shall pass,  It's better at times to acknowledge- The grief, hollowness and dark silence, That you gather the courage to surge, You need to be smiling and laughing.

Oh Honey... Can't you see how sorry I am? It was definitely rude of me to- Gulp those hazelnuts... It was a mistake, I was trying to smell, And I just happen to go out of my mind. You know that I definitely love you- More than the hazelnuts, Much more than the berries and the mangoes... Your love for yellow has made me- Carry this flower all along for you... I promise to bring you the best Of the mulberries almost black - Dripping red juice... Don't stay silent, your silence kills me, Please, accept this flower and smile. I won't repeat it again. I know I have said it before- Believe me, I won't repeat; This time it's for real. Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/3EfITJC (Sherry Coulter)

Assumptions are like poison, That's entwined in a creeper, The roots that hug and climb, Get paralysed and wither off… Sometimes it dissolves  And at times makes,  Relations worth and unworth conversely! And I remember the story, Of the old saint-like man, Who watch the helpless drowning man, And finds happiness in his demise*, And you find the demons residing Beneath the sweet souls! True, you never know people… Touch the souls before you judge. Decide who is worth and who is not… Behind some serious faces, Lie the most innocent of souls! It's worth a try,  You may burn, learn and leave, Or lean, laugh and love. Don't assume, do converse... *A friend in need- Somerset Maugham

I have a sister, much younger to me, She was born when I was ten, I had awaited for her to be born, It was like my prayers were answered, I wanted it to be a girl to play with, As my brother was too torturous to play with! And he too did pray for a boy- Could be the same reason. But instead of playing- I almost raised her. For her I'm no less than mom. I became mother at ten, Though I didn't know what it really meant then! She, a peculiar person, Has her own weird ideologies, Adamant on her seemingly stupid thoughts, Making her own limits, Which is rarely allowed to be crossed, By any other human. And one day, we went for a purchase, She asked me for some money- I gazed, I knew she had something in mind, I gave, and I watched her, I saw her walking towards an old lady, She was claded in 'rag'- Uncombed hair, almost red teeth, I saw my sister giving her the money, Very calm, serene and with a sweet smile, A rare smile to see, I saw it in her eyes, We are in an era, where...

It's drizzling and I'm listening To the pattern of the rain… Cracks in the soul Yet to be healed; Burns every other moment It's touched randomly! No wound goes unhealed by time, Past and the wounds and the scars Inevitable entities of your 'being'. Night isn't darkness alone, But it's the stars and the moonlight too, Never miss the constellations meant for you. It's a choice to see or not to. Dawn will definitely come, Don't miss the lovely night, Awaiting the dawn… Night has more beautiful secrets to share, The most fragrant flowers bloom at night. Love it, with the wounds, Live it, with the open scars... Rain continued the drizzle, Ignoring my stupid thoughts.

Awake from some weird dream, I wonder when would I really sleep. I'm getting afraid of waves, It doesn't pause but come one after the other, I close my eyes, seeking inner solace- I imagine being in a canoe, and see the waves subside- The vigorous waves transform into tiny ones, It's not frightening anymore- But fills soothing calmness, When the canoe moves- I feel being moved with a lullaby, I see earthen lamps floating- I smile, the darkness is lightly lit- I'm yet to gather courage to watch the sun in bright… This moon light makes me cozy; The canoe still sway in the wave- I fall into a dreamless sleep- Floating in a canoe in the rhythm of waves- Hey birds, don't wake up yet, Let me complete this dreamless sleep.

I watch the river, calm and serene, The lush green around Shy in the wetness of yesterday's rain, I try to merge my self with this nature around, Farther end of chaos is probably blank! Life is green, as I see around, Probably is red too, Maybe it's white… I remember colours in wheel merging Into white, and the persistence of vision being blamed… The odd thoughts are madness? I'm afraid now of blurting out, I shove away people in the thoughtless talk, The reminiscence of innocence brimming, Not sure of relinquishing that too. Let only those stay who can handle The madness and reminiscent cruel innocence… Oxymorons spurting, and a robin  Knocked frantically at the window pane, Distracting me from thoughts, Bringing in a smile… I should embrace the 'white' life; Probably he came in to remind me that, And without a second thought he flew away, A void still persisting, Some voids are imminent,  Knowingly you embrace it for 'white'.

Mind is such an illusionary being, Sways after the storm, Tremble after the thunder, And crumbles long after the fall! Nor the storm, thunder or the knock Ever know that it affected. Mind never gives them the cruel glee, But fumes and later melts and flows… Absurd enigmas follow… Re-formation from the shatter, Hard and unseen moments, 'Strong' is the most despised word, It gives a bitter taste to soul's palate, It gives an intimidating startle. The relics of subsided emotions, Wave up and lash,  And the brim of sanity dislodge! Solace unseeked, an absent entity! Deluge of streaming emotions- Barge in uninvited, and I try to surf  Than swim or drown… Rain you pour off, Me too wish for the same.