Thanking a Photon.

This dark forest I stand and watch,

Within me sprouts a nameless glee,

Days put me in deeper notch-

Rundles made from my own soul-tree!

Raping up my stories of past,

Roars and sings these rock emissions.

Tales of love, hate, cry and aghast

Shows me the sky, all life machines

Dampen my psyche, few great moments

Instilled in me were many knots.

Saw and felt, had no comments,

Filled bliss into my abyss pots.

Rumbling wind swished to sweet breeze,

The dame in me felt a pouring ease.

Why? and how? kept haunting me

The cause I stood on this land piece;

Tossed me to a pink-muse spree,

Void of echoes I stayed in peace.

The next step, planned the toe,

To quench or daunt from something new.

Heart hummed, pleasing still low,

A tyro in life dancing in a queue,

One more limp, a walk far ahead,

Nudged the spirit, yet dint move.

Lucid aims keep gushing the blood

Young in flesh, wants to prove.

Had no guess for this frozen etch,

Raised my chin to the scenic fetch.

Shallow dot of an afar light,

Marched out there a dreamy knight!

Silent Wor(l)d!

Early ticks of my little clock
Still and deep I woke and walk.
Glistening Sun is timid yet
Dark and dull, sky was wet.

A kitten called - fell afar
Sharp and string hit me jar,
Lament scream screeched the dew
I'd only heard the sweet mew.

She and me did no deal.
Muck up while boomed to tell-

A child yawp
Or a virgin whine?
A victim cry
Or a prophet sly?
A morbid bam
Or a money-less groan?
A lifeless gasp
Or a profane sniff?
An insect tick 
Or my own soul?
racked so long- an eternal quest!

Rustling lure bid me find
Grieve and mused my foggy mind.
A troll i doubt
Will never be out!
This violent world,
Has a silent word.

Labyrinth lost!

Running afar a labeled note,

Nick and turns made her see.

Calm, doom, dark she fought-

Slipping through the day-dreamy.

Love took her,

Hurt took her,

Pride took her,

Smile took her.

Surpassed all yet gave them back!

A pity brat-

Swing to match the fad.

Some eyes said she's bad,

Iris widen still on her!

Some human were really glad.

Few humane saw what she had.

Routes and roots, none she knew.

Black little balls had no clue.

On and on, on the path,

She stood and stared the roads back.

Thoughtful she, winning wrath

Bumped and blown a hollow stack!

Life is what she came across,

A labyrinth knitted by her foot.

In and out was the only trace,

Gone all the days in perfect maze!

The Black (W)Hole !!

A dame there at yonder,

Bouncing up in hers tune.

Keen so deep I ponder;

She is me, at all loon!

Tog up by her own soul,

Glam up in a rushing glee.

Dread and dear never stole-

Life is what it wants to be!

Questions never dispense jest

Echoes spry, self and served.

Smile, passion, love then lust;

Astir eyes never be spied.

Plunk my heart in jealousy-

Though my clone or myself.

Dug deep in me so whole,

Reflects there at the blackest hole!!

Fruit Salad!!

Hey !! Bored up with your usual salad recipes?? Well, anyways I am not giving you one

here ( blam!! :P ) . This Fruit salad is a pot of my musings that felt delicious to me, and thought I could share with you. I just wanted to refrain from naming it ' Hotch Potch'. Ok!! Guess that is a long explanation for the title. Now I will take you and my pen along to my musings.

We all ponder, muse, brood over ( with respect to our vocabulary ) our minds shuddered by many moments, incidents, scenes that we pass by and keep chewing on it and may be we register few for a life time waver. Here, what I write is in no way much special from your's but just a soul given a body. As I will start with my musings, you do travel along. I assure all my musings are as simple still useless as the other and nothing to deal with anti-corruption or life resolving strata.

• I would like to start with something our Mom, Amma, Mama ( whatever the magic word be) do in the evenings. All of us, I promise have seen her doing this but I am weirdly surprised at this of late. At tea time and on, a very interesting "something" would be on the TV machine and we but for her would be sitting, jaws down before. We keep discussing, chatting and interrogating on that "something" where in she would be busy with kitchen or house chores ( probably a self pick ). She will peep in to the TV  hall with a vessel, cutlery or a piece of cloth at regular intervals asking for the topic of discussion and gets back to her business. What and how could she manage the urge/tempt to watch that scrap box when everyone else is fixed on it?

• That was one of my unfortunate moments. When my train's arrival was announced to be delayed for three hours with that monotonous voice ending with "din din" that too in a language I can never understand. My hotel room was checked out too. With no other option I sat gazing at the people around me. At the end of the first hour, I could just yuck out. I continued the same with less possibility for any other choice. Another hour passed and guess what?? Now the place seemed so beautiful and deep to me. How wide were the spectrum of people around me! My grimace danced face transformed eventually to a face that looks after a warm water splash. The colours, moods, age, emotions and attitude..... Wah!! I felt gifted to get time and mind for such contemplation. A family was sleeping beneath my stone chair in the floor. I noticed them only now. All their mouths were opened grappling with a deep sleep, which few of us cannot imagine to experience in such a place, I realized my perfumed duppatta over my nose! Here, who would be richer, happier and giving face up to life?? I am sure their "lungi turned travel bags" had more meaning than my American tourister (anyways I dint mean to showcase my travel accessories).

• I felt so down and so I took a temple trip around and let my mind-written essays to the statues or the "may-be" soul inside it, in seek for fulfilled wishes. Every where I stepped in, I was lucky to stand by and watch the small kids out there. At the end of this little yatra, I  could deeply imbibe smething, those little tots had no essays, not even one lined request to keep before the God. They could not stand their eyes closed for a minute. What made them so independent of prayers? More than prayer, what made them be free spirits not wanting anything more from brain but heart? I f that is a childish innocence, what made us grow up and decide growing up means increasing your age with your needs? Why do we become so cynical with our own life?

• This is something very simple. Giving your face to the rustling breeze, cool and fresh. What a sorcerous thing it does with our mood and sometime soul! Sitting by a window, travelling in slow pace and monsoon walks can give you such a "wind palm-touching-your cheek" experience. Nothing but only this can give you a tender, lush, moist feel that is so humble and lace. How is it possible for such a small touch to make a giant change in hearts?

• I am not a philanthropist but how beautiful is this human-race, I will put it as human-ship. Evolution or God made, the transcend inflections through eras and years, How was it possible? Like cassettes passed on to iPods, so do the human mind, soul and emotions.What is the green-light of all great and sin things that exist now? Why are we so intricately woven with changes and transient stay? How do we learn to accept it? Docile but stubborn.

• Have you ever tried placing a spider or an ant from one place to another? It rounds the same point for few seconds, confused and starts marching for the next task. Just as that, when kids are picked and dropped into a whole new environment, in minutes they make friends and smile so broad, the changes are just acceptable and adaptable for them. Now who is matured here? 6th sense, growing up, getting intelligent means being or hedging towards an immature mindset, where in we forget to happily get fit to changes?

This and many puts me into my abyss world and my mind keeps wondering while wandering, I do have so much to add and I will update here too.Thanks for your patience. Hope at least one of the above had a same-to-same HI5 with you :) do share it.

PS: Excuse me for the question marks for I really meant each one of it and dint use to make my writing

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Have a nice day!!

A butterfly fairy!!

Mid in the darker three,
I woke at a spooky tree.
Pair four limb each on branches;
A little spider winches.

A fairy colored butterfly
Came singing near swinging by!
The greedy octopus gave a hop
Put in half the fairy's top.

I bumped and woke at morning rays,
And saw a wing like silver lace!
On my palm it felt so true
Gave up or safe, had no clue!!