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Posted: January 13, 2018 in Uncategorized


‘Have I told you I have never been the same since you touched my soul,’ she said smiling. Reticent she may be but silence sings, let alone speaks. She knew it is not often that winds of change sweep in engulfing and swirling- leaving a world that is so upside down that one looks every which way to find if the web was cast as an illusion or reality still hung around.

She walked into the labyrinth with trepidation, knowing that once entered there was no way out.  She knew it eons ago that there was a wisp of her that was lost, waiting to be found and replaced- just as an artist knows what the missing color in the palette is. She wanted her skies painted with the colors that he offered. He would pick the brightest in his collection or the mellow if she wanted.

She walked in seeking the azure, for she knew in its calm and peace she would find a sense of belonging, wanting to be so much a part of his canvas that she stood still as he drew the lines. The sensations as he breathed life into her were far beyond anything she knew.  Vibrant.

Time stood still. Transient as it was, it seemed like eternity. She walked away leaving bits of her behind but taking with her the missing piece she sensed was part of her being now.  It could not be erased. The door closed behind her. He stood in silence, the brush dripping paint.

The painting hung on the wall as viewers walked past, tarrying a bit in studied silence, wondering what the swirl of colours stood for,  evocative it was in its own way.

It was destiny’s handiwork.


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Posted: January 13, 2018 in Uncategorized

The closed room, a whirring fan spinning tepid air in a circle first, then into a whirlwind as the hot air rises up from haranguing humans. I am zoning in and out, the mind processing some and letting go few notes which seemed to collide with the solid walls that has boxed us in.

I watch in lazy fascination the boomerang of syllables falling in a pile on the table in front of us. So many words, so many thoughts exploding like projectiles, then gathering on the floor like hailstones, a few feathers here and there among them maybe.

I was taken gently by my thoughts, leading me away from the cacophony; and they opened the windows to that effulgent being who had stoked my imagination, cavorting dangerously with my mind, guiding me on to the path that few may have walked- before me.

Forces beyond me draped them lovingly around me, warming my soul and smiling blithely in its shade. I knew it was transient and as all spells are, they would get wiped out by reality.

Such is the power of a thought; it takes one through the journey, engulfing one in its simplicity and assuring one that matters of the heart are as light as a feather when allowed to settle in, while unsettling the equanimity.

It was the most beautiful feeling- one that can be wished upon the living in all its brilliance. Those too eventually will fall in a heap without diminishing their essence.

They make me smile even when the air is stale and has distanced me from the rest of the people who are there – making a sound that I see but don’t hear.

The room had fallen quiet and I hadn’t noticed.

They were looking at me and waiting for an answer. I don’t seem to have one.

I was re-living my cherished moments in the wrong place, at odd times…

In silence…