It is cold and dank through and through,
I am engulfed and I drown into the blue I flail my arms to stay afloat, To stay in the sun and find my boat. But the darkness engulfed me tight and taut, I was pushed over the edge, even though I fought Into the depths of a blue blackhole, Unknown fear embraced me as its goal. Unfounded anxiety awaits me here, Frightful creatures and nightmares bring fear Tentacles of a brewing storm muffle, All my attempts to combat the blue struggle. Scrambling to the surface through this haze, The sea of my mind is in a peculiar phase Dreary and handicapped when seized by the blues, Able and ebullient when light ensues.
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Tell me how we came to be? How the stars and the sun, the clouds and the wind, the moon and everything come to be? Was there really a big bang, poof and voila! Or is that all just a mystery?
There were no bangs and poofs, but there were huffs and puffs, I tell you! The pufferfish puffed and puffed and blew bubbles to the surface. The bubbles brought the sun and the moon, the stars and the clouds, all to their respective places. And that is how we too came into being, from the tireless fish's mind and it's vision! Will you go on an expedition with me? We will ride an emu through a field of flowers. I promise to tell you all the stories in my heart and together we shall look for them in the fluffy blue sky.
Hard parched terrain, relentless undulating
Prickly thoughts, desertion thoughts Thoughts barbed by frustration, spiked by uncertainty But wait a minute, stand back and look Succulent and luscious they sprout from the drought Flowers burgeon vibrancy, varied silhouettes adorn The forlorn skyline fades, beauty restored. Knock, knock
Who's there? Your Inner Voice. Inner Voice, who? Keeper of your mother's sound, that Inner Voice Giver of opinions unsolicited, that Inner Voice Thinker in all your predicaments, that Inner Voice Taker of moral high-ground, that Inner Voice Pleader of sense, that Inner Voice Asker of peace, understanding and forgiveness, that Inner Voice Panic sets in when met with a silence, that Inner Voice. Loud and chaotic, words uttered are tense
Such a scuffle to understand the nonsense A thoughtless circus ensues between the two Feats performed, the other they try to woo Acrobatic thoughts that twist the mind Emotions caged, animals running wild Strings of sentiment in grip of the other Being reduced to a puppet is a bother Two minds so disparate, so different Spare the struggle, the two are incongruent Two minds distinct and discrete
Thinking their own thoughts, feeling their own feelings Word for word, sentiment for sentiment, thought for thought, a connection made A compatible rhythm cascades Minds met midway, the bridge crossed over Into a harmonious concord So calm, content and continuous the moment In which they are congruent. |
AuthorAn Indian visual artist, living in Pune, who finds her challenge and her calm in the realm of paper. Archives
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