When Mind Resonates

We are in a world Where everything is idealised… Which is far from reality! The raw beauty is denied, And we are taught it wrong, Or we learnt it from the wrong places. The word perfection is misplaced, And we forget, the harmony Of the nature is in carefully designed asymmetries… Life is not meant to be perfect, But to be beautiful in the blend Of asymmetry and unknowns… The unpredictable journey- Where there is breeze, Wind, gale and storm… The baby bumps are beautiful, So is cut-nailed fingers, And blemished faces without paints… The songs sang aloud,  Where notes doesn't hit right, And laughters that aren't 'elegant' Where you just remain as 'you'... Probably, that's perfect. Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/4bU5YNy

I am touching it Yes, the subtleness of soul, Feels like a crystal tumbler Ready to fall and break… It's full of the elixir  That rejuvenates and sustains  The marvellous emotion- 'love', Strong and sweet. I'm afraid of breaking it, In the silly notes of melancholy Where the song is silent- In the wish of serenade… The inexistence of sunflower When the sun stops showing up! Then it's weeping in rain, And hibernation in snow! Still the crystal tumbler- Full of love- efferevese Deliberately spilling through  The sobs of melancholy! picture courtesy: https://pin.it/3wcG0k8

The eloquence of silence- The depth of tranquillity Where you listen without being told, Heard without speech... The marvel of symphony- Flowing in the beauty of silence. The silence that stretch Arrogance to kindness. Eyes get tearful- No, it isn't anguish, But hundred other reasons Where the spirit speaks. The silence, flows like the river, Hesitant to step in, Once the feet submerge You wish to be immersed in… The river within you Seem to be dried and barren, Be silent and ponder, You will see it flowing beneath. Awaiting to gush and flow- With a touch, A smile, An embrace... Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/6IulD2E

Sanctity is a state  It can't be displayed Proved or disproved… Letting go could be a way- Towards the bliss of sanctity. Accepting the moments as it is To be able to be quiet When you are scrutinised and analysed Convicted of the doings unaware of… To be able to walk ahead Ignoring those talks behind you, And one day those talked would too Be sanctified through you… Giving without expectations, Opening your fist and let go, Emptiness only can receive. Walking towards your destination In faith, that your battles aren't fought by you, You just need to walk Even if you find swords coming against you, It can't kill you, though it might hurt- The grandpa's paradox! Sanctity though seem to be  Too far to be touched Like the brim of his robe- Swaying in breeze, in the midst of crowd, Still, only we both are present in that Moment of awe, beauty and sanctity!

In this walk towards life I pause, look into myself And realise that I have changed. Each morning is a change, And every evening a delight of grace. I find the beauty of life In the midst of 'unworthiness'... Every breeze is a reminder Of the inhaled grace! Every fallen petal Proclaim the inevitable departure… Will I be able to embrace That moment with grace? When will I sublime  Relinquishing the urge to clarify? How will I explain the celebration of life In the subtleness of incessant love? It isn't lights, blaring music and dining- Instead the silent whisper of trust And acknowledgement of 'self'- Acceptance of the whole without Scrutiny and selection… I wish to be the wine That gets wonderful with time, I wish to get crushed while  Life is ripe and right… Though I'm afraid of  Having the endurance to be crushed! The grace to be silent And to taste the delight of life's triviality. Picture courtesy: https://pin.it/1GkirYy

In the depths of my asynchronous thoughts, I find the bits and pieces of my past; Some were the unburnt reminescence, And some the glittering pebbles, Mirrors, red manjadi seeds and pappus, The memories of childhood That haunt me with its trivial marvels; Reminders of the innocent moments… A smile spreads which bears The fragrance of those ilanji flowers, The moments when solitude Filled infinity within... I am seeking that infinity unknowingly In everything around, Where my asynchrony will transform Into the moments of synchrony. I am not walking to reach the destination, But to enjoy the trivial beauties of life, Where my laughter reverberates And my tears roll unchecked; Where I am accepted as I am, Without being asked for explanations. Picture courtesy:  https://pin.it/2PgCsdi