Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Zeroing in

Staring at clouds and vaporizing them…
For long lengthy hours…
Lost in thoughtfulness…
Or…
Is it thoughtlessness??
But I can tell…the blue eyes have not gotten their needed rest…
They must’ve become restless…
With the thought of reality’s pathetic situation…
why should one soul suffer the consequences of all suffering?
No complains…
Not even a sigh from the senses…
But pain written all over…the blueness…
Does anyone else see it?
The soul is fatigued..and tired..and must rest…
Not eternally..but for a while…
A short while…
Not wait for the night…
Bu now...this very moment…
I reach out…the same instant as my thought…
Not a word uttered …but the pain vividly visible…
A pain that encompassed all the sufferings of mankind…
Swifter than light…my soul imbibed the pain…
The pain…that was rightfully to be shared by entire humanity…
Why would one soul…bear it all?
But then…he realized I understood it all..
No words were needed …he knew that…
My gestures assured him it was going to be okay…
And for some strange reason…
Maybe there wasn’t any…
for more check out Reckless Perceptions

Catching up?

The hand does not exactly write

all that runs through the poor mind…

it is selective, partial and clever enough to leave away …

words hanging in the doubt of whether or not they might turn into vapor…

leave way and decide what would or should become of them…

while giving life to only a few of them…

to a very handful…

How ironic to say handful, instead of mindful…

Sigh!

the words that do come to life are further manipulated,

twisted and made to lose their value…

in Maya’s groundedness from which no word has salvation…extract from the book Reckless Perceptions.