Sprouting Wings

How true, what Kazantzakis told: "Man's wings won't sprout until he reaches the brink of an abyss!"

Elusive

Moon struck
the emptiness!
Moon struck emptiness
tried to devour it's elusive possession
sieving the glow,
like sparks on the turned on gas stove,
sighing in the afterglow.

A Thousand Kisses Deep...

Listening to Leonard Cohen's song "A thousand Kisses deep" had always been a stirring experience. The whole song sounded more like a chant of liberation , though i knew very little about the background of the lyrics- Cohen's experience and inspiration that made the song.Few days back I chanced upon one a popular Leonard Cohen web site and there i found the song is dedicated to Sandy Merriman , a painter friend of Cohen. Cohen payed his tribute to his friend thus. Despite listening to it many times , i could not get rid of the feeling that the song is still an enigma, especially when it comes to this part of the lyrics:
"You lose your grip,
and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece".
These words had a migic spell on me and i knew that there is a specific context behind these words and it became much clearer when i read about Sandy Merriman. She was a brilliant Painter, kindered soul whom Cohen revered so deep. Now i realise how important it is to ponder over the inspiration behind every creative expression for, it brings to light the intricate ways in which events, people and experiences are inter-related.Thus we find realities we could relate ourselves to and discover ever new dimensions latent within us.

Providence

I feel i must put this poem on the web.Wrote this poem during one of the lowest ebbs of my emotional well being. Wandering on the Information super highway , that was once a quagmire of information overload and the grazing ground of dubious strangers,eventually turned out to be a kind of pilgrimage as well.I was fortunate enough to come across some incredibly interesting people. More than a release from loneliness, it was an awareness expanding sojourn.

Do not be surprised
if in the wilderness of illusions
a seed of reality sprouts and blooms into a flower.

Do not be surprised
if in the darkness of despair
an extinguished amber of hope
is rekindled and bursts into effulgence.

Do not be surprised if in the dreariness of sorrow
you find a stream of joy coursing through your being.
Do not be surprised if at the breaking point
of forlorness you find a caring hand
stretched towards you lost in a crowd of starngers.

Do not be surprised even if a chance encounter
bring us together in the most un foreseen way.

Do not be surprised, never any more for,
this is the way the unknown rolls into the known;
this is the way every unsaid prayer
gets answered in silence;
this is the way the cretainity of providence
reigns supreme over
the statistical probability of coincidence!

Light on Shade

This is what i saw on my bathroom wall one day !

Of Valentines and quarantines :-)

Few SMS greetings on my mobile phone fixed me this morning. Never quite realized that it is Valentine’s day today, had I known it before also it would not have much difference in my sense of well being at all. There was a time , during my college days, this day used to assume an ethereal dimension and yes, some of my most cherished memories revolve around this day , but then memories weigh more than the significance of the day. Perhaps it is because of the subtle gravitating pull of mythical forces empowering the day.

I know that I will never be able to re-live those moments again in the same way and memories …how different are they from dreams and desires as long as you miss those moments?

Walking to my office this morning many episodes from the past flashed forth, faces and voices and sensations in a coagulated mix of remembrances that look more like murk on the surface obscuring the depths. There are times when you look back and realize that you could have done things in much better ways and often it is an overpowering reckoning with the past. Do we really need to dig out the past and live through the virtual reality , it is more like licking the wounds. Once we learn lessons of the past and affirm , then the past holds no juice , chewing and ruminating becomes more of a habit than discerned necessity.

Switched on my machine, and I ran a full length weekly virus scan . Few minutes later, I found a message on the screen, It read : There files are infected, Do you want to ignore it, Quarantine or Delete? …and the date next to it 14th Feb appeared more like a metaphorical significance of the day itself. Days like these take us back in time, through the labyrinths of memories , regrets and remorse, passion, desire and obsessions . Much like a virus scan bringing forth a list of entities that we are free to Ignore, Quarantine or Delete. No matter what one chooses, it is always better to do a disk defragmentation for , it will create space for newer experiences to add on to renewing layers of our being.