The colours of life

 

Tango with the breeze

 

For miles i could see the rain and it's tango with the breeze.. Veiled in heavily Layered Sheets..

Filtering teasing Glimpses of varying silhouettes that lure with intrigue.. the fog embraces the hills under a thick blanket rising leaving deepening hues behind..

Revealing Tiny Droplets of water swinging on flowers in glee..

Tete a tete

 

Clouds lie suspended in stupefied adulation..

Unconscious of the strong buffeting winds. Rooted..

Till that last glimpse..

Birds fly home.. Some sitting on wires enjoying the peace and a last tete a tete before sleep..

Grandeur

 

The wind howls in angry protest for none can hear the breeze.. Pushing and shoving and hitting all in its way. Attuning every sense to its angry protests.. Tired of remaining invisible unseen. It twirls sheets of rain into whirlpools of mayhem.. Racing heartbeats witness this grandeur. What eyes can grasp only in aftermath..

Bending Nature to its will.. leaving glorious impressions of its physical presence.

Terpsichore

 

The sky thunders in celebration streaking lightning invites to a rain dance.. Tiny drops full of mirthful pitter-patter race to radiate added touch-ups.. The breeze goes wild in an impromptu Terpsichore... Swinging constant partners for who can resist its flow.. A coy Nature struts in lush splashes of color.. Refreshingly flushed and dewy... Driving myriad hearts astray.. The sea goes into a tizzy.. For the clouds have changed its wardrobe to varying shades of grays..

Joyous Mating

 

got up to a darkened sky and constant downpour. Where you could see nothing for huge distances.. Love this weather.. Which overwhelms completely. The more i try to take it all in. The huger it feels.. The torrential downpour, the darkening sly. The ecstatic sea. Like some celestial foreplay resulting in a cleansing of everything it touched.. Felt.. Caressed.. Drenched.. The birds hiding in quiet shelters. Silent spectators of this joyous mating..

A Silent Duel

 

Took my coffee to the seaside.. It was awesomely beautiful.. Pouring and drizzling intermittently in a competition all their own.. And i loved every moment of it.. Walking on the parapet for the first time ever.. Watching the waves crash into the rocks.. Pale yet determined.. A silent duel trying to wear each other off.. Tiny pellets of raindrops defiant derisive of containing the sea into any boundaries.. everything and everyone drenched in its cascading touches, Fleeting.. Assailing.. Uplifting.

Took a walk, enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin… And hair… Senses enamored… Overflowing… Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in… Into that one single moment… And all I could feel was mute, spellbinding ecstasy… Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see…

Came back home… It is still pouring outside… There is a strange, mesmeric music in the sound of the rain… The waves lapping against the rocks… The sound of water falling from a great height… Or flowing over rocks… And each note different, unique… Entrancing… A divine orchestra of natural instruments… Averring music is there in every atom, every pore… To which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity… Am about to sleep now… What is this essential reserve inside that falls shy of physical giving… Yet intensifies words to a draining extreme… Where people fall shy of knowing how to react in the face of such giving intensity… It was pouring like crazy… As if the clouds were exploding…

Spellbinding Ecstasy

 

Went for a walk enjoying the romance of the breeze and rain on my skin and hair. Senses enamoured.. overflowing Ineffectually wanting to soak it all in.. Into that one single moment. And all i could feel was mute spellbinding ecstasy. Are these the fleeting touches of divinity that we recognize in moments that we let ourselves see.

Divine Orchestra

 

There is a strange mesmeric music in the sound of the rain.. The waves lapping against the rocks.The sound of water falling from a great height, Or flowing over rocks.. And each note different, unique.. Entrancing. A divine orchestra of natural instruments. Averring music is there in every atom every pore, to which the elements dance in seamless synchronicity..

Expand and Encompass

 

The clouds darkening with unnamed emotions as they seemingly meet the  lit up sea across the horizon. Could see the path of light coming down from the skies.. Who do they make way for in such a ceremonious way.. It is almost impossible to grasp such beauty even for a moment.. Leaves your heart bursting with a desperate need to expand and encompass.

Today got up to greet and embrace the dawn.. The sun coming up.. Clear skies.. Mornings are so beautiful these days and everyday i feel my eye sight is so limited.. Like there is so much to take in and am simply not equipped to do so.. Fed the crows.. And they were flocking to eat.. it was almost scary, so many crows at once at the window.. like they would come in.. lots of ravens among them.. food over within secs.. 

Drove around .. Weather was awesome.. An unnamed disquiet where i could almost feel my poise slipping.. Such useless things we waste our time and mind on.. 

So hard to break

 

I wonder sometimes why we need to get away from time to time. Even though it is to the same places. Is it the Weather. Or break from routine.. Relaxation. Or just escapism. Cant we break the conditioning and have a similar holiday at home.. The  day the weather is beautiful. Take it as a holiday. Go on a long drive. Have relaxing prolonged tea watching the  rain.. Have dinner in the balcony amidst lamps or candles. Or a picnic on a terrace.. Watch movies.. Play games.. Do sight seeing or shopping.. Rediscover the place you live in. After all the weekend destinations are also the same each time. Why is This conditioning so hard to break.

Traffic Sounds

ITS STILL NOT RAINING.. THE SKY A CLEAR BLUE.. HOW CLEAR THE SOUNDS OF BIRDS IN THE MORNING HOURS AND DURING THE DAY TRAFFIC SOUNDS DROWN OUT EVERYTHING ELSE.. CAN STILL HEAR INTERMITTENT CHIRPS.. AND SO WANT TO TRAIN MY EARS TO DROWN OUT THE  TRAFFIC SOUNDS INSTEAD.. WHO TEACHES THESE BIRDS ANYTHING.. THEY HAVE TO SPREAD THEIR OWN WINGS AND LEARN TO FLY.. SENSING THE WEATHER.. ANY DANGER..BUILDING SHELTER.. KNOWING THE DIRECTIONS THEY NEED TO FLY SEASONALLY.. WOULD WE TOO UNDERSTAND AND SENSE MUCH MORE IF WE COULD SHUT OUT THE NOISE. DO WE ALL COME NATURALLY EQUIPPED WITH THE SENSE AND ABILITY TO SURVIVE.. LOOK AT ALL THESE BIRDS INSECTS AND ANIMALS.. NATURALLY ADAPTING TO EVERY SEASON.

Trembling Waves

 

sea a deep grey. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient and excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.

Torrential Cascade

 

The weather is stupendous. Really overcast with a light drizzle, The sea a dark, crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade -And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue. Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting..

Frissons of Emotion

 

THESE TINY WHORLS OVER THE SEA LIKE INVOLUNTARY FRISSONS OF EMOTION CAUSED BY FLEETING TOUCHES OF THE WIND. THESE BIRDS SITTING AROUND IN SHARED COMPANIONSHIP REJOICING IN THE MOMENT.. SIPPING TINY DROPS OF WATER ON THE GROUND.. THE RAIN LEAVING A WET SPARKLING SHEEN EVERYWHERE, DROPS OF WATER CLINGING TO THE GLASS IN MYRIAD DESIGNS VYING FOR NOTHING BUT TO REALISE THEIR OWN IDENTITY, REFLECTING VARYING TRUTHS WITHIN EACH EYE..

Today, got up around 7.. Greeted the day with a wide embrace and smile.. Accepting this phenomenal gift our senses are unable to hold all at once.. 

Was reading a few pages of the book 'fakir' and he says that we always have masters and guides around us.. And we should acknowledge their presence.. Always.. By quiet offerings of everything we have.. That we can never be lonely or alone.. Someone is always looking out for us.. So much love! Such care! 

We gift our kids houses and toys and food and clothes etc.. But look at these gifts of nature.. Fresh.. Unique.. Heart-warming.. Uplifting.. And these masters.. Silent hands helping.. unknown.. And still we are scared.. And still we are alone.. 

My friend called to say bye since she was leaving.. Told me about some snack as food for crows.. To feed them everyday same time so they get used to coming.. Its really strange that here i write about crows being ignored and i come to know that shops actually sell food for crows!.. She also asked to feed the ants a mixture of sugar and flour dry.. to mix, fill in bottle and sprinkle a pinch of it outside every day.. 

Its still not raining.. The sky a clear blue.. How clear the sounds of birds in the morning hours, and during the day traffic sounds drown out everything else.. Can still hear intermittent chirps.. And so want to train my ears to drown out the traffic sounds instead.. Who teaches these birds anything.. They have to spread their own wings and learn to fly.. Sensing the weather.. Any danger.. Building shelter.. Knowing the directions they need to fly seasonally.. Would we too understand and sense much more if we could shut out the noise.. Do we all come naturally equipped with the sense and ability to survive.. Look at all these birds insects and animals.. Never needing to wear clothes whatever the season..

Sensual Opera

 

The ripples have intensified. Fluid patterns awaiting, embracing the seamless drizzle wordlessly lost in this mating dance. To a pulsing music beating soundlessly within. The clouds thumping like beating drums, As if in celebration of this homecoming- The sea-rising in waves of gratitude.. And smiling froth. The cool breeze unveiling for this joyous occasion. Running free and amok. With its invitation to one and all. A sensual opera thats free magical and intoxicating.

The weather is awesome.. Sky really overcast with huge clusters of pigeons on the terrace across from us.. Drinking the little collected water there.. Sea a deep grey.. Softly rippling waves trembling across its expanse as if at once impatient and excited to dance with the impending drops soon to reach home.. Feels like a hill station right here right now.. 

I wonder sometimes why we need to get away from time to time.. Even though it is to the same places.. Is it the weather.. Or break from routine.. Relaxation.. Or just escapism.. Cant we break the conditioning and have a similar holiday at home.. The day the weather is beautiful.. Take it as a holiday.. Go on a long drive.. Have relaxing prolonged tea watching the rain.. Have dinner in the balcony amidst lamps or candles.. Or a picnic on the terrace.. Watch movies.. Play games.. Do sight seeing or shopping.. Rediscover the place you live in.. After all the weekend destinations are also the same each time.. Why is This conditioning so hard to break.. 

We had kahwa and left for friends.. Had drinks.. Danced.. Returned home around 1.30.. Now will be sleeping.. It took us almost more than 2 hrs to reach their house.. But the weather was stupendous.. Really overcast with a light drizzle.. The sea a dark crestfallen grey.. As if unable to wait anymore for that torrential cascade.. And the sky vying between shades of indigo and blue.. Flitting hues of indecision.. And bittersweet parting.. Could not sleep so came out to read inferno and slept out only for a couple of hrs and got up and started reading inferno again..

Adult Affairs

 

Birds happily chirp amidst free falls and flying antics.. Playfully showing off or racing each other freely across the skies.. The parrots scream the loudest aping us.. Deserving show-offs, with those dazzling stunning designer shades of green and shaming the brightest lipstick colors of red.. Crows and ravens just might be the bird police in disguise.. Keeping an eye on everything and everyone around.. Ignored…. Dismissive.. And shunned.. The pigeons and the sparrows suitably camouflaged.. Former harbingers of peace.. And fed so openly in droves as such. And the latter, babies of the family, flitter around hopping here and there.. Cutely part of the scenery, but never a part of adult affairs.. The mynah and cuckoo rarely seen, make their presence felt with ethereally plaintive love songs painfully soothing uplifting joyous.

My friend’s son passed away, and she wanted to know why, what does this mean… Just sent a msg of consolation to an inconsolable emotion… Really feel empty and desolate right now… Trying desperately to seek solace in nature… In its calm cyclic acceptance… And constant stalwart dignity and beauty… Freely giving of itself… Without judgment, hurt, criticism, pride, vanity, or ridicule…

Is this what meditation aspires to… Fear and faith—are these the two words that hold the key to life… Our fears prey on us… Blinding us to every other truth… Our fears never change the outcome of a given situation, instead create myriad future health issues… ‘In this moment I have everything’… That is all we need to see… The meaning of life eludes everyone… Except the ones who can ‘see’… They too are unable to gift-wrap the answers… For expecting some huge resolution to a phenomenal mystery, the simple answers explained escape unnoticed… An answer each needs to seek within themselves… Being unique faces of God at play, each needs to quench His illusive dream-thirst for being ‘human’ experientially… Till ready to awaken into divine singular omni-reality…

Without specs, one only sees blurred images… And sometimes I wonder, what if we could take off the conditioned lenses in our minds and once again see the world as an unclear picture with undefined lines… Needing personal clarity… And unique outlines… Foraying, discovering uncharted paths—whether outside or inside… Without the clouds, who would play hide and seek with the moon…

There is something about the fluid movement of the waves… Rhythmic… Gliding… Smooth rise and fall… Breathing… Alive… A minuscule sheen lit up with the froth of exertion, reflecting unaware lights here and there… Moving, lurching my soul in an echoing sound at once tranquil and soothing… Alluring and beckoning… The sky lightening with huge crowds of unbroken clouds… And I realize the power of white… Defying this dark night into visible waves of light and a pearly night sky…

Today again, I realize life is really fleeting, and our minds desperately need to be harnessed and de-cluttered… For in this present moment, our eternity resides… To ignore, skip, and leap into the future only lands us painfully lost…

Ethereal rays

 

I have tried to touch love and feel it's essence in me soaking, drenching drowning, i feel the joy of the rain and life and freshness pelting me like countless darts igniting my very soul into lighting up with joy. and i dance and skip, clear laughter ringing all around, cleansing my very being with shards of ethereal rays, within and without. And i let go, ceasing to exist, and i feel whole, alive, as in awe i see, the meaning of life

alluringly swirl in the palm of your hand.

Cottony patterns

 

It is So beautiful outside.. The flowers vibrant splashes of color that light up.. Uplift my heart each time.. The breeze romancing my skin.. The sea beckoning with its vast embrace... the birds incessantly frolicking making teasing sounds of incomprehensive mirth.. and the sky.. blue so blue.. dazzling with muted. light as clouds form cottony patterns of constantly changing designs.. and i smile eyes vying with my heart to imbibe this ethereal gift nature bestows afresh..

Awe-inspiring Titans

 

The breeze unimaginably cool. Not just imperceptibly but aggressively. Passionately. Assailing in waves of pure cool pleasure.. Sensitising every bit of skin it touches in teasing impromptu ways.. The sky almost partly cloudless, like a matador still for the bullish dark Clouds.. Regal.. Powerful.. Poised.. Fluid... and the sea darkening in still awe.. As if tensing with bated breath for this dance that would reflect within her very depths.. The boats clustered together, like silent spectators.. Tense.. Still.. Braced to beard brunt of the clashing of these awe-inspiring titans..

 

Today, Got up early .. Could barely exercise.. But My friend took me to her house later to show something and meet her guests and i almost forgot all about my pain.. Socialising really is good for health because we all are so used to keeping a happy front that our minds completely accept our acting out the all-is-well part.. 

Wrote a house-warming msg for our Manager.. Opened all the windows of the house, as all the plastics have been put down and rain water cant enter.. It is outstandingly beautiful outside..  A few stray drops quivering across the quiet waves, as if whispering their joyous fate.. And the birds try to find shelter in the lush greenery and splashes of beckoning color, sensing, hearing, nature's messages in respectful acceptance.. 

And i sit at the window.. Completely enamored.. By divinity.. In its ethereal folds.. Drenching everything and everyone with pure uplifting joy.. Its really pouring now.. The sky holding just a wee mist of light through the night sky.. The sea reflecting the city lights like licking flames of fire lighting their unique paths deeper and deeper.. Myriad lights on the boats blinking their own messages like shiny morse codes.. Streetlights decked like topaz necklaces.. Buildings with windows of varying hues as if personifying their unique stories.. And i sit here at the window.. Needing so much to say.. Hiding a stillness.. A calm contentment.. Mocking words desperately trying to encompass this sensual foray..

Streaks of lightning tremble across the sky in muted anger or hushed revelry none has yet realized.. Light sounds of traffic reach up to us.. It is time to retire for the night.. Got ruzbeh babas no. From a friend.. Called and left a msg too.. Let us see what happens.. I strongly believe things happen for the best.. And if intended.. This contact will happen.. keep trying to help everyone in different ways.. Hope God will guide me towards the right path and show us the way.. Really accept things are meant to be.. But wish for strength to bear the difficult times together with love and positivity.. Cant sleep..