From the lack of my mind

From the lack of my mind

There must have been something;

Something unacknowledged,

Else how is it that the love is still…

A bud cannot not blossom,

A dawn so indomitable, to begin

A twilight so determined, to wither

She’s my neighbour for so long

My partner for moments moving on;

There has to be gap, a hole, a blank,

Unfilled somewhere?

Let me search,

In the bruised journey so far,

Nothing;

Nothing seemed to have been understood,

Holding hands, so external

Love did never drown, was peripheral.

Let me move the lull

From the splits,

From the lack of my mind!

Scare in between… until the wind

Scare in between… until the wind

A dog barking…

It wants to play, old kids howl

The dog is scared

Two animals

To one another, shameless

People bark at them

Beefeaters take fruits

Surprised vegetarians

Buy vegetables

A divorcee looks

A housewife also looks

Both scared to talk

Traffic jam…

Beggars sell goods, windows close

Cars ready to start

Wind blows

Grasses smile, trees laugh

Sweats dry

The concept of 'scare' [did not use dread here because of Kierkegaard] has been used with different stakeholders coming in contact by chance... the 'scare' that is in between them for eons of years, when they have had the occasion of coming in contact and have faithfully not understood them, or if they have, it was with ethnocentrism... these short verses talk about them without any value judgement... however, there is a wind that changes things... this is per Tagore's song... 'kothha hote shomirono, ane nobo jagorono'... which translates into... a wind that comes out of nowhere and brings with it a renaissance! 

Love

'Love me when I deserve it the least,
For that is time I need it the most',
This moves the frozen thoughts, amidst
The world of loving ghosts.

The first two lines is an anonymous quote found in the virtual space... I instantly connected with it primarily because I was also thinking on these lines at the moment.

Dilemma

Sitting inside words,
A comfort destiny;
Sitting inside words,
Also an agony.

Bedridden

Bedridden

 
Edifying the beautiful,
Ignoring the neglected,
Continues on roads...

Thoughts,

Cough in spasms

In bloody spots,
Actions ailing on bed.

Deficit

Deficit

If there's anything,
That's still a deficit;
It’s in our learning
To love and compete.

Outlook

Outlook

Since thousands and thousands 

Of years,
Modern thoughts and looks…

History plays the recorded band,
With laughing drops of tears,
Captured in volumes of books!

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