A Maze of Glass
Me, myself
The façade
Those bullies
Pseudo-liberals
The world around
Double-standards
War in name of Peace
Destroying in name of Protection
Expectations quashed…
Stranded…Abandoned
Trying to fit in
Pushed out
No News!
Alone or solitude...
Together or too close?
Shedding hair... overthinking.
A Choice ...
Or no choice at all
A Losing Fight.
Water, wind, rain... choking
A Thunderstorm.
Barely Afloat.
It seems it’s meant to pass
But no, it is a Maze of Glass…
A Door through Time
There's a knock at the door...
I keep my book aside,
the coffee still smells warm...
Passing by the mirror
I look up...
There's a fine crack,
which runs from corner to corner
I shiver, unconsciously...
The fire at the hearth dying,
the knock repeats...
I push open the ebony
There's a dreary winter drizzle
The murkiness clings to me...
The black in the sky dilutes like tea leaves in a boiling pot...
The lightening reflects the streaks of silver standing on my threshold,
She greets me like an old friend, "Hi Sasha"
Uncanny familiarity jolts me out of myself...
Yet, I can't seem to find her in the dusty crevices
I ask her, "Do I know you?"
"I know you, though we last met twenty years ago"
My eyes, bewildered search her face,
Her honey brown orbs suck me in...
The lines more obvious as she crinkles-
It feels like a search for Self...
Another bolt across the sky
And everything freezes...
No sound of the raindrops falling
Or the rustling of the leaves...
The mad rush around or inside, All Still.
Purple ether suspended...
I look at her pale hands...
The swollen purple veins like the banyan roots above ground
She passes me a curious teak box...
A dial on its lid...suffocated time reflects the glint
I see a crack from corner to corner...
Suddenly, the box feels heavier
The rain comes alive...the dial ticks...tocks...
The deafening seconds passing
The woman, nowhere in sight.
The chilled drops on my face shake me up from stupor
Was she even real?
The piercing honey browns burn in my memory...
It can not not be real.
Yes! the evidence, I was holding on to it...
Could it be pirate's gold inside?
Or was it witch wand?
If not, a beating heart?
I unbolt the box with shaking hands...
There lies a fragile discoloured diary.
Old and dreary, like the sky outside
The cover reads 2020...
I hesitate...and flip the first leaf
There it is...which I never asked! The name of the owner-
I blow on the dusty page...the antique smell pulling me in...
It amuses and flusters me, we both share the same name-
There, written in caps S-A-S-H-A
Another leaf, it reads in the middle 'REGRETS'
I close the diary or perhaps my eyes...
As the day clears the next morning...
It's a different world, greener, purer-
There's an enlightened dormancy in the air...
My footsteps pull me to a decaying bookstore...
Even the air around smells time-worn
I look through the glass window...
Struck again by that similar familiarity...
There it lies, the diary with pink camellias...cover reads 2020-
Just bereft that dust and mould.
As I try to look closer, the shine blinds my eyes...
I squint. See...a crack on the window from corner to corner.
I sit in the balcony, watching the goblet dim...
It all turns hazy, as a tear drop falls on the diary-
On the page, it reads 'SASHA', ink still not dry...
Gets adorned with a purple capillary...
Life in Times of Corona
July 10th 2020
"If you want to strengthen your faith, you will need to soften inside. For your faith to be rock solid, your heart needs to be as soft as a feather. Through an illness, accident, loss or frieght, one way or another, we all are faced with incidents that teach us how to become less selfish and judgmental, and more compassionate and generous. Yet some of us learn the lesson and manage to become milder, while some others end up becoming even harsher than before. The only way to get closer to Truth is to expand your heart so that it will encompass all humanity and still have room for more Love"
- The Forty Rules of Love
Life in Times of Corona
July 8th, 2020
"Fret not where the road will take you. Instead concentrate on the first step. That's the hardest part and that's what you are responsible for. Once you take that step let everything do what it naturally does and the rest will follow. Do not go with the flow. Be the flow."
- E.S.
The Descendants
The whole house was at sixes and seven. My parents decided on a family outing two seconds ago. My father was never much of a planner and mom catering to his whims these fourteen years was not left much of a planner either. So, here we were two siblings battling against the sands of time, in order to pack every necessity for two days. The necessities included for my nine year old brother a book on Newtonian Physics. I could never completely fathom his desire to understand Sciences when there was this whole universe of extremely intricate unpredictable human mind. Humans themselves were a mystery for me, so I packed my favourite Forbidden Psychology in my teensy bunny backpack and both of us were done. Until, we heard our mom yelling to pack some real necessities this time.
By the time my brother realised that the thing he forgot was his toothbrush, we were already on the highway off to a small cozy town of Hakone. As me and my brother fought over which song to be played, we would have never guessed that these were the last days of our 'normal' mundane life as the forces which were beyond our understanding and vision were on the brink of eruption...
A Goddess of Nothing in Particular
If I belonged to the Greek Pantheon, I would be Goddess-of-All-Trades ... my followers would be called 'Jacks'. They would be wannabe MacGyvers, who don't wish to be adept at one thing, instead want to amass as many skill sets as they can!
They're the perfect amateurs at everything they do, and mind you they do many a thing!
If they're not learning guitar on their off days, then they're swashing paint on the wall, creating new epitomes of modern art.
They're usually busy saving the day, a bridesmaid dress needs a last minute stitch or the company photocopier is spewing pages out! They have got it all covered!
Hmmm....the symbol would be the flower Carnation which means 'Flower of Gods', in Renaissance art. Though I don't mind fruit Grape too, wines are divine!