Intangible

Unsaid is a misnomer,

Silence, an understatement,

Pause, an irreverence..

When words flow effortlessly,

Punctuated by smiles and mirth,

Accentuated by wide eyed acknowledgements,

Splattered all over, running back and forth,

Between the conversing two,

At what moment do they cease the motion,

To freeze into soundless particles,

And rest for a priceless moment..

A moment when the breeze is appreciated

By slightly longer blinks,

When the twilight is welcomed

By extended untargeted gazes,

When the balcony is filled

With sudden beauty..

Was it cos of the dearth of words,

Or of an interminable flood?

Is it a hesitant start to the next topic

Or d lingering finale of a terminated discussion?

Conversations,

Steamy coffee mugs,

Breeze,

Balconies,

Words,

Phrases,

Virtual.

The interlude,

The indefinable moment,

The Intangible.

Real.

That Four Letter Word

That unhurried leaf,

In its reluctant fall,

Sways all it can,

Strokes every trace of air,

Finally touching base,

In a feathery contact..

That hasty droplet,

In its confident fall,

Mindless of the direction,

Focused on the destination,

Pecks the floor hard,

In authority..

That precarious boulder,

In its abrupt fall,

Down the ever steep hill,

Bruised, modified,

Sharpened, mollified,

Changed..

Rolls onto the ground,

In finality..

My fall?

That four letter word..

Oh its all the above!

And much more!

Random Somethings

Looking at distant nothing,
Smeared with destiny,
Sprinkled with hope,
Thoughtful and blank,
Searching for the gloom that once pervaded me,
Ignorant of the reason for its disappearance,
Or of the exact moment,
Or of the possibility of its return any moment,
I am pondering over the exact definition of happiness..

Is that a distinct entity,
Or just plain lack of sorrow?
Am I being over indulgent in the moment,
Or is this way joy feels?

I have always thought
Happiness was a retrospective acknowledgment,
But I feel it now,
This moment,
And I am not sure if it’s the same,
I may not remember this moment in the future,
But today,
This minute,
Life is good.

Sometimes, I Stop to Think..

Sometimes,

I stop to think,

What decks the mind

Of a bullet,

In its tour between the muzzle,

And the target..

Of a ripple,

In its swell between the epicenter,

And the apogee..

Of a stone,

In its projectile wave from my hand,

To the dimpled surface of water..

Of a torrent,

In its gravity trek from the tap,

To the thirsty pitcher..

Of a yellowed leaf,

In its sway from the glued spot on the branch,

To the crisp crushing of passersby..

Of the words,

Between their egress from my lips,

To the boundary less exterior..?

But,

Do they have a mind of their own?

Perhaps not..

And they don’t think,

And they don’t stop.

Sometimes,

I stop to think,

If it’s a good thing to not think,

Or perhaps not…

Sometimes,

I stop to……

Complaining, All Over Again

I wish..

They were separate,

Mutually exclusive,

Just one at a time..

I wish,

There were partitions,

One cubicle for each,

Just one open at a time..

I wish,

They were real,

Those panes I build to divide,

Many at a time..

I wish,

I could rule over them,

I could drive them away,

Just all at once..

I wish,

I could move away a bit,

Just me without them,

Atleast once..

I wish,

I were their master,

And I could coerce them,

Sometime in my entire life..

I wish,

They would remain unruly as ever ,

And leave me to carp,

All my life..

I wish,

Oh my thoughts,

You would continue your autonomy,

And I shall remain griping all over my blog,

About you,

For you,

By me,

Change the order as you like:)

The Battle

There is a force,
I constantly battle against,
Weapons sundry,
I keep bringing up,
And humbled by defeat,
As each one goes down,
I go on, still undeterred.

Faith took its chance,
Survived a while,
Before being fazed out.
Love, in its ever smug role,
Took to the battle,
And bowed away soon enough.
Habit pitched in,
With immense hope,
The lesser said about it, the better.
And there followed
Hope,
Relationship,
Dreams,
All dripping in defeat,
Retreating..

What was the battle anyway..
What was the victory mark..
Survival.
Sustenance.
Consistency.
Eternity.
Who can beat them in their target then..
The target setter,
The target itself..
Time.

‘with time’,
It trounced something else too.
My opening lines,
As they metamorphosed ..

There is a force,
I constantly battle alongside,
Against the vagaries typically human,
As each goes down,
I go on, rejuvenated..

In That Moment...

In that moment when life slipped,

From beneath my arduous palms,

That were naively trying to pull it back,

Pressingly compressing,

Energized by desperation, anger, fear, anguish

Every emotion I am forbidden to feel,

Towards the stranger,

Whose chest rested below my resuscitating hands,

Resting in between my every effort,

Mocking at my endeavour,

Unrelentingly giving up,

Waiting for my cessation,

For its own……

All of twenty five,

And a fortnight old neonate to leave behind,

In that moment

When she transcended away

From the mortal phase,

When life as we know it,

Oozed its last from the bone and flesh,

When I accepted defeat,

Backed and gave way,

When I stood witness,

To the most profound experience of the final human,

When peace descended on her,

Beautifying death,

In that moment,

The ever extant regret

In taking up medicine,

Found a paradoxical companion,

In the new found love...