Does that happen to you?

Does that happen to you?

Act 1

Sometimes it comes in seconds,

And I see it lying before me,

At times I try and re-try for hours,

It refuses to arrive despite my tea!

Act 2

One word here                 one word there

Feelings full, inside the hardware

Ctrl F on forehead to search what is hidden

Oh! At last, what a mount ridden!

Act 3

When she’s dressed up with choicest of thought,

When the fall is enticing to every little dot,

It’s time to put her in the best of salon,

For minds to read her in their thinking pantalon!

So long

So long

A boat full of wounded words,

Moods of who-started-first

Bruised the sailor;

A boat, still a boat,

It wants to sail, it’s kept ashore,

Blemished in the pulpy floor.

The sweet waves beckon me,

I cannot sail without the boat,

I look around, see crowds of wooden

Thoughts on the tired shore;

Fresh waters calling; all or none,

To plunge in space for everyone.

Chirps of raindrops flower the land

But boats unaffected, unmoved

We are trapped all of us

Breathing smooth water now and then

A boat, still a boat my only avail;

It works for all when set to sail.

To eager water my very first step,

To these mountains a promised ride,

Holes are filled, weights overthrown

Water to absolve and release the rest,

I imagine the sight of moving along,

Words to water waiting so long.

Power of thoughts through words and music

Power of thoughts through words and music

Dr. Masaru Emoto, after years of experimenting with water, has shown how the crystal formation of water differs with varying words of vibration. The video is worth watching to understand the role of music, viz. Beethoven, Bach, Chopin in changing the molecular structure of water. He had tried with words like ‘thank you’, ‘I love you’ as opposed to ‘you make me sick’, ‘I kill you’ showing the immediate effect on water. What is amazing is that he has been able to change the crystal formation of polluted water with Budhha’s prayers.

Of course he has been criticized by the intelligent people for not providing enough physical evidence; however, those of you who believe we can be a little foolish to connect with the infinite intelligence, can watch the video and understand the implication of words on the inner and outer worlds. Not only words we speak or write, but also the ones we think of; not to forget that the world is covered with water, that the major part of our body is made up of water, that every food, fruits, vegetables, meat we take are made up of water.

I know of a tribe which would start abusing trees every time they would need fuel. The trees would invariably drop dead.

The experiment, in my opinion, is hopeful and optimistic. However, it does make us responsible in the way we speak, write, and even think of words!

The link is as follows:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Moz82i89JAw

Taking off

Taking off

The sense of right and wrong,
Stayed with the body and
For far too long;
Cotton with water to soothe the hurt,
A heaviness the shook and made alert;
Lines were lying deep inside,
Of humming that beckoned the confused mind.

The sense of wrong left long ago,
The feather took off from an on-going show;
Waters dried and released the thread,
The cotton so light with weather married;
Looking at the world and
With such clarity,
Heaviness has left its dignity.

falling in place

The seed is getting back,
It is falling in place;
If this is moving on, so be it
Moon, that was covered in broad daylight,
Or in the overcast sky
Sun, that was in the dark,
Trapped in haziness;
It was there, not a lie.

Now,
It is shifting in the clearing,
Little deed, trotting on the laid out road,
Waiting, it holds in it the world of good
That hadn't an eye.

awareness

Tree

Woman

Child crying non-stop,

Man calls for tea,

Milk boiling,

Maid will not come today,

Disobedient calling bell ringing,

Years roll down the cheek;

Audience sees this as torture…

Dancing to the tune,

Lady smiles, says nothing,

Looks at the morning tree,

Birds chirping;

Man

Man works through the day,

Brings fortunes, loans,

Ticking, tackling one by one,

Decorates home with comfort,

Ripples of giggles all around,

Everyday strolls into years;

Audience sees this as exploitation…

Man smiles, says nothing,

Looks at the stable tree,

Fruits and flowers hanging;

Man / Woman

Audience wins!

Man and Woman,

Now,

In their new roles;

Tongue-tied Tree smiles,

Goes unsung!

Separation, Anxiety

Separation, Anxiety

Separation

We were together,

For some so many days;

Vagabonds, trying to capture

A roof,

A ground,

A purpose;

A moth and a butterfly,

Playing,to plough

Caterpillars;

Days and nights have met moments

United in dusk and dawn,

In the room where we toiled, with our roles,

Everything that was meant to be; became

Furniture;

The space, a cradle, hums

Lullaby,

Yet the tune was not lost,

Something we found together

In unison!

Anxiety

Moonbeams,

Slipped off the palms;

Oh! Not to worry!

They will come again,

The traveller is in exile,

Moments that are found and lost

Underwater,

Lament a little for long;

In the ocean of sand,

Its cold yellow dust seeking the sun,

With a bowl; at night,

Rays appear like

Some sort of alms,

Hands that held for life,

Dropped like a leaf…

Days stolen;buried above the roof,

The moonlit room,

A dais now,

A stage!

trail

Waves thrashing on the shore,

Bombs blast the brains,

Chirping of birds from the trees,

Silence, silence;

Teachers banging dusters on the table,

Dewdrops bathing the grasses,

Magistrates hammering orders,

Thunders breaking wild,

Trains whistle on the run,

Drizzles soft and mild;

Times, times;

Audiences listen to the composition,

With flute in the background!

My Muse

Look!

My Muse,

I created you,

Before you were born!

I drew the curves

Of your character too,

Flawless, from all angles;

My Muse!

Sometime later,  

Innocently,

You appeared, rang in;

Mesmerized,

Enamoured,

Seemed a perfect match!

As the game began,

The carom men moved

At the striker’s call;

Eyed the queen,

Hitting hard…

Holes emerged, from here and there.

I am guilty,

You a posthumous gift,

I struggled to fill the gaps,

My Muse!

See!

What I painted,

Was best for virtual dens

I’d know

As picture, that wasn’t.

Here,

You stumble with cells and claws

My Muse, with flaws,

Imperfect, pleasant!