Whose lens is it anyway!

Beauty they say lies in the eyes of the beholder!
Behold then the multiple perceptions of reality ....
amidst the varied threads of relationships....

Dear road,... lead on!

I walked through long winding roads,
to destinations known and unknown
with friends new and old....
The journey was a series of photographic moments captured then...
and now recaptured in words...!

Laughter and Anger, scowls and smiles... Emotions etched in nature...
A look at what nature creates and recreates as our emotions ...

Look Back Into The Future....!

It was a persistent longing
A nagging wish –
For that deep and knowing nod and smile…
From that someone, who you know so well…

I wait and look for it, and gradually feel it at every instant,
And when it comes back,
My mind dances to the rhythm of that touch

The past comes to me like the angel of truth
Spreading the brightness of truth around her
She arrives like the forest on fire
Blazing to devastate the wilderness which stunt the growth of beauty

It is that one moment that I longed for
That one knowing moment
That moment of togetherness

It is that skein of togetherness
Which anchored our lives together
Which embroidered those two long decades

It was that skein which went through they eye of my needle
And instilled in me an impulse to stitch the hem of my life

As days went by I realized that it was only the hem that was sewed
There was so much still left to sew
So much more to design and fashion
Out of one’s thoughts, experiences and emotions

My mind then travels forward in the space of time
Trying to bridge the past with the future;
And perceives that image when at the brink of life
ME – the tailor of my LIFE – visualizing
That huge garment which had till then adorned me

At that brink of Life – I felt –
I wouldn’t want to see a ‘waste of wasted years’… not anymore…

Life Between Lashes...

Life is Moments -cherished and loved
Leaving its mark on one’s soul and leaving…
They come in hours and days but leave in moments
Days accumulate
What we see are the months and years
Receding slowly like the tide –carrying away tidings

Life standing on a sea shore
Feet sinking into sand watching the water recede – a semblance of low tide
Water running under our feet…and going back in serenity
The same drops at high tide rushing back, later hitting, lashing high…
Water droplets are like moments cutting through the skin of our life
Like glass – its sharpness, the image hurting
It’s a cycle of the ebb and flow…

Its all about seeing and not seeing
Eyes stay open when images recedes; but close on peaks
An insight – Eyes closing at all peaks – happiness, fear, love, faith, ecstasy, heights…
Of not blinking during need, desperation, loneliness, agony…

Life is that sensation felt between the ebb and surge of waves
Life is a series of moments captured between blinks –
Between the lashes of capturing and letting go

To another life… Beyond the NOW!

It’s not been so long ago… me walking through a labyrinth of words present
Perhaps in another world, in another consciousness,
This world inhabited with whisperings of desires of another lifetime,
Of unresolved issues and unrequited love… Perhaps in this lifetime, in this instantaneous moment one would see all that coming true…
I have seen all these yearnings come true in the eye of my mind… feeling the reality of it with my heart and knowing its presence…
But was that abundance?
It was only a plethora of my ability to sing out my intentions, of turning the beginning of every letter that reads my life into a sequence of sounds that sing his journey…
A journey that surges with a madness that rises with our love and flows with my weeping – tears of joy and then of satisfaction…

I have breathed thousands of moments of happiness – not knowing what made them happy…
I have got drunk on the infinite feeling of satiety that circled the aura of my universe…
I had transliterated Rumi to my life telling him “You are the taste in every lip, the intention of every religion …” there were no distinctions…

In that momentary outrageous act of faith, had brought in a synchronous frenzy little realizing that there was a fury building in… the fury of being drawn to a force stronger than myself, of being engulfed by a force that swept me off my heel….

There is a world beyond….
I had to be the source of my life, not the result of his…

There is a reason for patterns… we have read through the patterns of regression, the archetypes of a historical psyche and the sketches of a nebulous imminent… comprehended the patterns of those innumerable passing away of our valiant souls….

There are more lives to be lived with oneself and those to be treasured with others… a time to be felt with the head and reflected by the heart…. I am ready to move on….

We have translated Rumi … I have moved on…. and so has he…

Time Lines

Time Lines

Palms that wrinkle and soften with time … it’s spatial!
An event that occurs through traversing distances
… And endorses its images in the time lines of my palm.

Time Lines change
And with these changes we look into our eyes to witness it – not happy always. Smiling through with tears
Modifying all that we know of human nature after Darwin.

Defying options of natural selection
A blameless puppet trying to transform the end of ethics
Is this possible? The journey through relationships – either onward or upward!

Life is not about relationships, and neither is it about emotions… it is moments spanning through ones time lines –
Moments ingrained in the palm of our hand
Moments that embed themselves and struggle out through the pores as sweat…

I have lived these past days watching death crawl slowly at bedsides, old age watching senility creep in, youth missing out on a new life, … its changed my palm… without waiting for me to change…

And through these watchful moments, have fretted over the changed time lines on both my palms. The right one of relationships and the left one of relations… neither emerging victorious….

Life is not about relations, and neither is it about emotions…. it is moments sparring through various time lines…. Each moment sparring for attention.

The world has never changed so much … asking for more when less is there!

I am looking for time to change in me… there is nothing in me to change…nothing that is less that I would want more of.