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Posted: January 30, 2018 in Uncategorized

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He finishes off her sentences. The ones she leaves hanging in the air.
A comfortable silence ensues and they use the floor space without stepping on each other’s toes.
Words said and unsaid hang around, then drop to the floor silently.
Drapes are pulled aside letting the shimmering grains of sun, slant across into the room.
He picks up the paper, scans the headlines and tosses it on the table. Nothing sustains his interest for long.
She picks up her crocheting, lacing in the knots and crosses, lost in thought.
Two bodies, one house and two minds wrapped up in their own celluloid flashbacks and time spent, counting minutes and then not counting at all.
Days and nights pass on.
The breath that sustains is comforting to each other and a solace as the days go by…
~S

 

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…

Faraway Places

Posted: September 25, 2017 in Uncategorized

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A lone figure silhouetted against the setting sun. She seemed oblivious to changes in time.

The sky changing from burnt sienna to blood red had riveted her attention. It was as if time stood still. Her gaze steady. Her mind averred to who she was and her thoughts miles away in faraway places.

She knew she was alive in the moment, in the lap of nature where she felt most at home.

An observer would have imagined it a figure carved in stone and placed there by a gentle sculptor not knowing she would be so much part of the vista painted on the canvas.

There was an inner peace that settled over her body, mind and soul. She was in a happy place.

Just as the birds in formation flew over her- as if to remind her it was time to go home, she snapped out of her reverie and stood up. Her lithe form bowed gracefully to the beautiful theatre in front of her. Her flowing clothes swished behind her as she walked down the rocky surface barefoot, feeling the earth.

A lone figure who appeared and disappeared with fluidity and ease with no encumbrances in its way.

She was whole!

~S

September Skies

Posted: September 23, 2017 in Uncategorized

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August had just passed and the blooming tree with its myriad birds had turned a shade redder. September rains lashed through the countryside and my favorite pastime seemed watching the aftermath. A cleansing ritual.

The magic of September was yet to be unleashed in all its strength, as I waited in anticipation for the skies to open into an orchestra. Night rains lent the Allegro.

Somewhere the horizon faded into the landscape briefly and before I knew it the crescendo of the sun was played out in full swing.

Enthralled, in amazement I watched as the sky lit into fire. Every cloud burnt in its own embers and every melting wisp of vapor led one to a dance of passion.

Had I known this would be the way I felt, as I stepped in with the trepidation of a child on stage, I would have been prepared. Being swept away in a current of fire and shared symphony was not what I thought I would encounter.

There I was standing – naked in thoughts, engulfed by the sweetest lessons life could ever teach me.

Gratitude would not suffice. Neither will my lips say the words but burn deep into my soul, carving the name, as never touched before- it seemed the best surrender.

‘Become who you are,’ it whispered in my ears gently.

Had I waited any longer death was imminent not to the self but to my spirits. It was destined in the skies that burning out was not the way it would end but lighting the fire to brilliance and watching it in awe. Maybe my love and deep threads of nature reached out to the soul; that saw past it all and wanted a part of it, in its journey

September skies will live on in memories. It was simply ‘meant to be’.

Posted: September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

End of times as we see it and a new beginning far away in the distant hills, one with nature where nothing gets distorted and everything is as it seems; where love with nature is uncomplicated with unlimited boundaries. No picket fences holding the sublime thoughts.
The stillness in that quietude is in harmony with the distant skies and the sea in its turquoise blue, beckoning the soul. How can I wish upon you those beauteous thoughts that will carry you through your moments in harmony, hoping the gentleness of life holds you in its embrace.
Let there be no more anonymous influence as you find yourself yet again while you wait patiently for tides to crash and retreat. If i could be just that one wave that could crash- engulfing and sweeping you away into a destiny that could be cherished then I would. I would sprinkle stars in your way. But since it is written in the sky that there is no wishing star and that it cannot be expunged as easily I smile and say farewell to those dreams and to you…

~S

Posted: September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

Nestling, among the cotton fields; their white wispy strands floating around caressing her gentle soul, she lay down to rest- her sun kissed face looking above at the brilliance of a magic spreading eastward; its red streaks leaving their imprints on the sky. It was how they found her the next day at cotton harvesting. The smile hadn’t left her face they said. She was one with the place she sought. Hers was a story she took along with her into the red earth. That is how she wanted it in the end, they said…

~S

Posted: August 29, 2014 in Uncategorized


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Posted: August 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

End of times as we see it and a new beginning far away in the distant hills, one with nature where nothing gets distorted and everything is as it seems; where love with nature is uncomplicated with unlimited boundaries. No picket fences holding the sublime thoughts.
The stillness in that quietude is in harmony with the distant skies and the sea in its turquoise blue, beckoning the soul. How can I wish upon you those beauteous thoughts that will carry you through your moments in harmony, hoping the gentleness of life holds you in its embrace.
Let there be no more anonymous influence as you find yourself yet again while you wait patiently for tides to crash and retreat. If i could be just that one wave that could crash- engulfing and sweeping you away into a destiny that could be cherished then I would. I would sprinkle stars in your way. But since it is written in the sky that there is no wishing star and that it cannot be expunged as easily I smile and say farewell to those dreams and to you…
Here I go….

~S

Posted: August 29, 2014 in Uncategorized

Nestling, among the cotton fields; their white wispy strands floating around caressing her gentle soul, she lay down to rest- her sun kissed face looking above at the brilliance of a magic spreading eastward; its red streaks leaving their imprints on the sky. It was how they found her the next day at cotton harvesting. The smile hadn’t left her face they said. She was one with the place she sought, after leaving a million smiles behind touching mortals the way she liked to. Hers was a story she took along with her into the red earth. That is how she wanted it in the end, they said…

~S

Posted: April 18, 2014 in Uncategorized

The night sky with its moon, the deathly quiet of the arid fields, filling one with a foreboding that something waits to break asunder.
The scribble of the pen on the white echoes in my little yellow space, I wonder what the outpouring onto those pages are; running at breakneck speed ahead of my thoughts, forgetting the comma and the period. 
Moments of silence my only punctuation…thinking I may be encroaching into your space, pushing open the doors into that mind and looking for what exactly?
So I turn inward and wander in my own spaces finding the thoughts that tumbled out impulsively once.
Its me, words and the quiet night in Tango until the dawn breaks…

# Punctuations

Posted: April 18, 2014 in Uncategorized

Silently, snaking their way up the hills; a grueling climb, then stopping for breath they trudged on. Was the Promised Land up ahead?
Few died on the way to the pinnacle; few were maimed and truth be told none made it to the top. With the sun on their backs, breaking a sweat, in silence, along the way they found their reasons for undertaking the journey.
Shamans, oracles, priests,ordinary mortals and saints jostled for space and they missed the beauty and freedom of creatures roaming free on land along their path.
Whither wisdom, love and fragrance? Guarding it and keeping enshrined, worshiping idols.
They didn’t notice the Promised Land lie at the foothills, which they left behind in their quest for eternity and salvation.
Procession of Pilgrims…

~S

Forgotten Locks

Posted: April 16, 2014 in Uncategorized


I just need to know

which walls to break
to engulf in my love
imprisoned thus…
forgotten locks and bolts
rusted & ruined
they fell in disrepair
as I walked the line
freeing you from me
tossing the key aside…

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Monuments

Posted: January 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

Monuments of love
deafening in its quiet
impulsive in its captivity
tethered; in silence
a besotted heart follows cues
then stops center-stage
waiting for the curtain call…

~S

You…

Posted: January 27, 2014 in Uncategorized

My dreams; your riposte
no bulwark stemming that flow
a scent pervading in your absence
am staring at silhouettes
would i be sought again?
with your back to the wall
would we meet as an after-thought?

Surreal

Posted: September 24, 2013 in Uncategorized

The clouds hung around the abyss refusing to let go. Like ghost stories they wound themselves up around the timbered mountains in the distance- majestic with greenery on their lofty slopes; in good company of the sky. Poignant in its own way…

Photo -Taken at Coonoor-

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Puzzle

Posted: September 24, 2013 in Uncategorized

There is still one piece of the puzzle missing that can’t seem to be found although it fits perfectly to make the picture complete. But then such is life where the awaiting shores are not always discerned by the floating driftwood, searching for an anchor; where the blues keep company -longer than one would portray on a canvas with deft strokes. Time waits for no one – no, not even you! The one with the boat left a long time back, never to return. Call it destiny, a premonition or just a dream gone wrong… time to put that quill back on paper dragging that incomplete story at crossroads towards its destination…
~S

Tharavad Stories

Posted: September 24, 2013 in Uncategorized

Those termite eaten eaves whisper stories about relationships with their lotus bonds in a distant time. Rusted thoughts and dreams silently meander through those corridors. In its wake hope rekindles like a lamp lit at twilight by the beauteous women with silver anklets and jasmine blooms adorning her wet tresses; as she walks around the corridors towards the threshold whispering ‘Deepam’ Deepam‘ . Tapestries hung from the walls – a witness to irate words flung across, as the clan went down in history succumbing to power, greed and lust. The walls remain as mute testimony to grandeur that once was …
~S
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Deluge

Posted: September 24, 2013 in Uncategorized

 

It started as a deluge, one untouched seed sprouted, blossomed and spread its fragrance. It flowed downstream serenaded by the sea and the shore afar. Like rivulets of dreams trickling down a glass pane; like the parched earth satiated by the rains; like the clouds hanging in anticipation below the blue sky I waited listening to the music of life. Those rusted strings of the Veena came to life, plucked and played by unknown fingers until the symphony engulfed the space between you and me. As it ebbed and flowed through my veins I became one with you; keeping me alive even in your absence…

~S
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Organized Chaos?

Posted: July 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

You place marbles on a board, tightly packed and remove one from the pack and move around the rest in the board watching them all shoving and bumping into each other. Quite random a motion it seems trying to fit into that empty space claiming ownership of that little area that just belonged to someone else. At some point it could also be construed as a dynamic equilibrium since the empty space is filled up only to let the neighboring spot free which immediately gets filled up by another. Quantum physics was never my forte. I was referring to traffic chaos.So between the two it is hard to pick the right one that fits the physics of the concept but seriously all we need to do is put 4 signal lights at an intersection and watch the whole plot collapse since that would add an extra variable and lead to confusion from pre-determined movements.

What used to be a random motion will get too organized and the resulting scenario would be unpredictable and an invitation to death. When a system is so used to flowing naturally taking its own course, throwing a spanner in the spokes of the wheel is catastrophic and insane. For Example a traffic signal!Some systems are not very equipped to handle such organized flows since they are used to the ‘Chaos Theory’ right from the word GO; as in acquired learning and reflexes. And along the way subtle sensory notes are picked up to keeps it that way without messing up the wired memories enabling them to extricate themselves out of the clutter. So may be signal lights aren’t the way to go.Place a policeman instead. But chances are that he may get run over by the very same traffic he is trying to streamline. He might also get dismembered by the street racers for who getting from the START to FINISH is very important and not the means of getting there. Who said ‘it’s the journey and smelling the roses that is important and not just the destination’?An occasional cow or a mangy dog that escapes the confines of the pound or the doghouse could very well be the ‘speed check’ not to mention those life threatening speed bumps that are meant to break your back and not the speed. Occasionally one might get thrown out of the vehicle one is riding in/on. But that’s OK after all we are a very enduring species with nine lives.

Traffic rules are meant to be broken and are not for the dynamic ‘man on the go’. He has promises to keep and places to go. The laggards can follow traffic rules. After all they are the ‘slow-mo’ who haven’t been able to keep up with our dynamic changing economy and fast paced life.So while I am deep in meditation waiting for an epiphany- figuring out the chaos theory of Bangalore traffic, life goes on…

Posted: July 22, 2013 in Uncategorized

The silence at the end of the day.. . Crickets chirping breaking the stillness around. An occasional night bird calling out…in the dark when one can hear thoughts loud and clear; which were stilled by the constant cacophony of ‘living’ during the day…. Chain of thoughts stay connected waiting to give it wings and maybe flutter around on the pages akin to a brush on a canvas. Oh! I love the ending of a day…