Wabi-Sabi

I have never sat down with a pen in my hand to scribble down the most happiest moments of my life. The ones that I would cherish and remember fondly. Maybe because I felt that if I would do that then the story of joy will remain bound to a particular incident that lingers in  my memory.  But today when I was told to scribble it down, it gave me immense happiness as I walked down the memory lane of nostalgia. The first thing that comes to my mind is my countless evening walks with my father, as a child and even now, though less frequently than before. Amidst the myriad hues of nature, holding his hand firmly gave me immense comfort and strength to move on with my head held high as long as I intend to embark upon the path of righteousness. I miss talking to him about everything under the sun, spotting constellations, pointing out the moon that played peek-a-boo from behind the tall eucalyptus trees near our house and asking him umpteen number of questions. I am not able to spend qu

Walls closing in. Breath colliding with the obstructions. In the web of chaos words as spiders crawl over my skin. no room for me in the classroom of deceptions. incoherent with the coherence that the prudent preach. Abstinent I might appear in the euphoria. I learn my own lessons, as they pretend to teach. I search for traces of air to survive as I breathe in the claustrophobia.

The myriad of ripples reaches out to the shore. the pebble thrown carelessly drowns in the depth ofthe seabed. Before I could reach out, the hesitant hands are drawn back. I throw another pebble in  the blue, instead. A tune lingers on the lips of the sea. The pebbles lie underneath as words unsaid. The delicate skin trembles as I sit back in awe. As my heart compels me to taste the moment, the ripples surrender themselves to the exuberant bedspread.

The shining bright sphere of light over there, a four letter word spells out nine letter happiness for me. A wish hanging right there, a joy promises to come back to me. The moonlight caresse me every night, whispers to me wat I love to hear; even the darkest of nights has the potential of beauty. Before the moonlight escapes, I just bask in the calm solitude suspended in the air. I embrace the uncertainity of the day once again I am free.

Took a sharp turn on the hairpin bend. Rain hit my face as never before when I let go of fear in the end. Chased the ruthless raucous wind. No qualms to challenge, no inclination to defend. When rules keep no promises who am I to pretend. Why play safe when the titles are sold before the dead end. Took a sharp turn on the hairpin bend. Winning did not matter anymore when I challenged myself, rather than a foe or friend. 

I pray to save all that remains. To save the dignity in the maze  of games. the candor left scant, from yet another tyrant. I earnestly wish for a dream to dream. Call me a dreamer that is all you can do. That is how you have always been. But you cannot steal what I believe. you point your fingers at others when you please. But, practise to preach what you mean. One day I hope your hands would be clean.

Lights. Camera. Action. That is how it begins. Did our story also begin in the same way? Will it be mocked at till it ends? Can't everyone taste defeat with a laugh? Why do all of us lose when no one wins? No one promised that it would be more than this. So,here I stand as another sinner on the stage of sins.

A fossil. A fossil is all that remains embedded under the surface, until the rocks above are lifted up. To come across all that lies enveloped at the base. Remnants of what once was. Fragments of the past. The one that was lost yesterday would be preserved with the embedded faults. Ironically, the present would remain unnoticed till it breathes its last to gradually degrade into a fossil.

Let us run the race back from the days of our childhood. Where it was never about winning or losing from the other. Only about chasing the wind as we ran free. Where eventually we would run along, laugh together. Let us learn to fall in love with the track, as we run side by side in the summer heat. In the playground of childhood, let us try to find ourselves once again in an innocent game of hide and seek.

The kohl stained slave hides behind the blinds of eyelids, under house arrest. Burdened  by the pretensions, the forced assumptions. it preaches what it is made to, believes in the maze woven by the master who never confessed. Burdened  by the pretensions, the forced assumptions. The next morning the kohl neatly constructs the bars of the prison, in the malicious fist. Burdened  by the pretensions, the forced assumptions.

I try yet again to throw up all the vile inside, the sea of doubts swimming in the pit of the stomach. The depth where shalllow tendencies lie, my insides where it all sums up. The fingers that I point, the ones pointed at me.The hopes that I disappoint, the accusations that plague me. The sickening trail of thoughts lie derailed, as juvenile thoughts pave their own path in the monotony. The melancholy of the machinery envelops me in the chaos once again, in the vicinity of the factory.

The exuberant raven high up above as a distant speck, covers the magnanimous span of the vast blue globe. But, never does it look down upon many a speck on the orb in a wreck, where many a dreams await to trade the map of the palms to elope into the land of the bird who rises and sets in the farm of the sun, without giving it a thought that the expectant eyes of the dainty one might await a flip of the coin to land up amidst our blot. It has survived many a malevolent storms with silent grace, many a harsh seasons it has lived. On the contrary, we live to expect an unattainable pace. With every earnest prayer answered we would take flight with satiation shortlived. With a glance at the cradle of a dream up there. I walk away contented, into the realms of my atmosphere.

The promises that I keep, can you keep them too? When you break my heart, is it because I break it too? If I see through your lies, can you read my eyes? I would be the critic when you fail to judge youself, but would you seek my comfort if I fail to give advice? Can we search for the sun together on endless days of the rain? If the effort proves to be futile, can we play carefree in the rain all over again? Will we discover the friendship that has been left somewhere behind in the streets? If we can find the answers, we may find each other for keeps.

The beady eyed marvel used to perch on the rope, swung in a waltz of pleasure. The scorching summer never seemed to dampen the spirit of the miniscule creature. A fleet of the same kind was swept into the scene by a melody unknown to me. I pondered if the sublimity of the sky comes to them for free. I leaned on the windowpane and alas the sparrows flew away. As a seedling of hope sprouted in my heart, I waited for yet another day. Today as I peep from my window, I reminiscence on the greener days. The sunny songs of the young summer no longer reach my ears, I wonder these days about where my childhood stays.