Soul Thirst

Talking Diary

What story i have been living lately! I love the thought, the idea, behind the myriad versions of us. Our stories literally changing as per varying mindsets, perspectives, amidst changing doses of resolve. I see mine fluctuate constantly, a word, a thought, an experience, visual or otherwise, an inner resolve, disquiet, anything becoming a catalyst towards yet another story coming alive as a moving picture in life. I wonder if these stories despite all variables, have one basic theme always, our soul thirst spilling over our minds, parched for that moment of a single drop of life, that quenches, satiates, comes alive. In my story today, there is hope, there is love, there is a reaching out, for that little bit more, the lack i feel inside.

SELFless

Talking Diary

Creating spaces between ourselves, detaches us enough to be wholly present, without the 'self' interceding, be it discord, care or worry. The literal meaning of SELFless, one that is so fulfilling. The only way to be truly Present for someone.

It is a journey, and though we learn so much, we get so involved in the results, that we forget the experiential lessons, the quiet thoughts, that embrace silently, waiting, willing to be noticed, to be comprehended, to resolve and negate most of our problems. Problems that are created tangled visions of our own cluttered mind.

Fragmented Universe

Talking Diary
18.1.22

There is a plan to each life, one we chalked out ourselves. We need to trust in it. We need to believe its all for the best. Life cannot bring us down, nor anything in life can, its just us, only we can bring ourselves down. The inevitability of life, the inevitability of death, all prove the import of experience, of response, determining the next step. The framework being fixed, the sketch being drawn, giving the colours in our hands. A heart full of love, for such is the sentiment connecting this fragmented Universe, is all we need, no matter what.

Escape Bubble

Talking Diary
17.1.22

Every morning should bring hope and joy and excitement of fresh adventures, surprises, discoveries. Not trepidation, turmoil and tensions. Most of life has become an escape bubble where everyone is using ways to distract themselves, some from stresses, some from boredom, but everyone is avoiding experiencing even a single moment of a naturally heady life. Benumbing our brains instead over shots of trivia, creating unfelt pockets of time, or getting high on outward pleasures, leaving everyone drainingly hung over, discontent, empty and incomplete.

footprints of gold

30 march 2021

Under cover of a pearly screen, lights threw ropes into the sea, making infinite drops, melting and disappearing in the deep, to limn the city within.. The wind challenged the clouds to cover the moon glowing like never before.. helpless they circled, forming whirlpools of light, in awed wonder.. besotted they ran to keep the sun from rising.. the wind mocking their efforts, fingers of rose embracing them instead.. lightening, unaware of love encoded to let darkness see its own reflection and dissipate.. watching the orange orb rise from the sea.. leaving footprints of gold in its stead.. they fell at its feet, in unabashed surrender.. 

river of light

29march 2021

The first scenery as a child is drawn in the sky.. the sun peeping out of dark cloud shaped mountains.. creating a river of light in the sea.. the birds flying around.. turrets as huts, and trees standing tall and proud.. even the boats in the sea, dancing full of color.. taught or learnt, experiences always remain pure, enhancing, filling the sketches drawn by different hands.. captured in a moment.. freed the next.. till drawn afresh.. letting go is the key.. this moment is new.. this moment is complete.. this moment needs us to love it for itself.. 

divine artist

28march 2021

There are stories in the sky, sending pages full of magic, to read and enjoy.. translating in hearts, every word unique to themselves, lines blur or enhance, into beauty, ignorance or romance.. giving birth to poetry or song.. painting or music.. designing or architecture.. writing or philosophy.. the divine artist melds into heart-strings to play the hues within.. for life is a blank book, with no words or meanings, except the ones we fill it with.. 

ripples of joy

27march 2021

The trees shrieked with delight, swinging and swaying with the wind pushing them back and forth.. flowers went wild in riots of excited colors.. creating ripples of joy, catching every eye.. monkeys swung over branches, mimicking their play, screaming with fervor.. babies clinging to mothers, refusing to be left behind.. children leaping and jumping, asserting their own playground.. a bulbul called out earnestly, hating to be left behind.. joining hands with the drongo, it showed off hopping and flying, singing songs undefined.. the sun winked in merriment, espied through the trees.. the hills called out, lush and green.. relaying to the ones in silhouette, bare and grey.. the dawning joys of a moment, in the cyclic inevitability of life.
  

angel's trumpets

26march 2021

The wind twirled dried leaves and flowers, round and round, holding them in its arms, in a close dance.. an ancient tree yawning a secret door to magical lands in its trunk.. a visible maze of windows opening into the branches all around.. angel's trumpets beckoned with alluring mystique.. hanging their heads, lest one sees the dark secrets in their eyes.. luring into hallucinogenic journeys to the point of no return.. trees held hands, weaving a beautiful mesh with browns, greens, reds, and yellows.. an ethereal dress held against the sky, with teasing hues of blue enmeshed with sunshine dappling through.. birds sang in notes unique to themselves.. in euphonic celebration of a new dawn.. 

meditative trance

25march 2021

The hills rose proudly, trying to reach the sky.. or stretching out dreamy-eyed, besotted in love.. trees and bushes went wild, encroaching freely, landing their ownership wherever they liked.. water formed rills and falls, in cleansing compassion.. the hills stood unflinching turned to rock.. eyes for none other.. lost in meditative trance.. even grass fires people lit, could not change its impassive expression.. the worried clouds rushed to the moon, begging its intervention.. settled by its calm demeanor, they listened in awe, to the stories of diffident romance and rigid determination.

magical tongue

24march 2021

Saw a white dove ruminating peacefully, watching a sea gull fly past, lonely and lost, or rushing to its loved ones, or searching for food, could be its silent reverie.. both settling purely as joyous serenity, in my heart.. a crow flew past with food tightly held in its beak.. whiffs of food smells reached across the wind, bringing visions of bustling kitchens, and morning routines.. the crows relayed their messages far and wide.. birds flap their wings furiously every morning, whether to clean, or open them out, no one knows.. flowers grew as one, orange, pink and magenta.. retaining their identity, impervious to outside behavior..  nature enhances the senses, attuning to itself, teaching its magical tongue.. 

crimson songs

23march 2021

What magic is imbued in the air.. where buildings and trees dive into the sea.. and clouds draw castles in the air.. birds speak incessantly, breaking the language barrier.. relaying messages far and wide, expressing their refreshed joy and wonder.. sunshine outlines hills and valleys sketched wide across the East.. yet i wonder what has stopped the wind in its tracks.. the warbler, the cuckoo, the crow, the eagle, the sparrow, the parrots.. interpreting, translating, mixing.. it has its hands full today.. the sun plays hide and seek,  radiating crimson songs.. making heartbeats sing along, as they involuntarily stop and race.. at every little glimpse.. as the laughing clouds roll around in splits.. 

feeding frenzy

22march 2021

The streetlights opened a gateway into the sea, a boatman stood guard, catching the free-loaders patiently.. tiny boats spread out, widening their net, blinking in assured security.. sea gulls swooped in excitement, loving this guard detail.. the wind went wild igniting a feeding-frenzy of its own.. the clouds swarmed, mute spectators to their contorting reflections.. an eagle swoops in free fall, high on the moment.. the sun rises on the throne of clouds, mirrored in the sea.. 

wordless and pure

21march 2021

The unbroken, serene sky, wordless and pure.. makes us search for the missing clouds.. chidingly questioning our protests at their presence in life.. it speaks of perfection in a moment, meant-to-be.. why abhor the dark clouds.. or fill with hope at their silver lining.. or ones hemmed with gold.. or filled with a romantic haze.. bursting to cleanse.. changing to adapt.. masked realities, unreal, yet beautiful.. unwelcome yet necessary.. filling mundane monotony with a semblance of life..  essential spinners of meanings, weaving in all textures, shapes and hues..

The moon, the sea.. all reflect alien hues.. unbelievably beautifully.. more than the source itself.. like our lives.. this is how they are meant to be.. reflecting divinity, with our present and unique life..

earth dancing

19mar 2021

The fog threw its blanket out, covering everything in gray.. clouds disappeared leaving vague silhouettes of hills, crested with golden crowns.. parrots shouted their presence, mocking its thick cover, the sky turned pink, in appreciative wonder, proud of their spirited temerity.. stretching its hands, swimming in the fog, it let ripples of light through.. making way for the sun that rose, in false comprehension of a mellow, muted orb.. touched by its fingers, escaping unseen, making the sky smile, the sun glowed brilliantly, basking in glimpses of Earth dancing around it.. igniting the sea with its fiery touch..