A Moment of Closure with Desire

                                                                       

                                                                        

I let desire …

The word—

grow in my heart.

I feed it…

Feed it every day!

Untill it starts feeding me.

But it does not last…

Never lasts long!

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Simple Things

All the simple things...
are lost somewhere!
and they play Hide and Seek...
for its not the object that I desire..
I've got my feet to take me places....
I've got eyes to see what I want to..
the way I want to...
it's the blind beholder...
I have set my eyes upon,
who never opens his eyes...

as shut as a room with no air!
So evident...
yet so vague!

Time Tune

If we could make time!

‎ At times...
rain drops on your head..
and wet sandals-
is all that you would want!

At times...
the best moments..
are witnessed
with eyes closed!

At times...
you wake up like a prince..
and end up..
like a beggar!

At time..
you dance..
to all the tunes..
that life created for you!

At times..
you want to give so much..
that you end up...
with empty hands!

At times...
a few dots..
speak up..
for that essay in your mind!

At times...
time is all..
you not have..
and so you end up living just a day!

Lullabies in my mind!

The vibrant paintings of Rhode Island based artist  Rich Pellegrino

I...

let my dreams fly...

and take them wings...

of their own...

and so high..

let the dreams fly..

and take wings 

of their own

I never ever could..

I never ever gave a thought 

about it...

I never ever would..

I never will give a thought about it..

I will just let my dreams

fly!

Fly so high..

so that they escape me..

and reach an alterspace.

I see..

balloons..

falling down..

with colors so vivid..

I see black..

and here I stop..

Why I see it?

Assuming...

I am absorbed by it!

I want radiance..

in search for it..

in corners..

in places..

in crowds..

alone..

and in times hard...

I find it their..

their in the deepest trenches..

that reside within me..

So, I let the dreams fly...

I ...

let my dreams fly..

so that they uncover all the realms for me..

of what I think..

what I shoud not..

I let them answer all the questions..

that reside in my soul!

that keep me wandering lost..

 

Mangoes in my Dustbin

What looks good...is not what you should be eating..!

There surely comes a time in life...when there's no going back--

Well, not referring to some incidence of estranged love being found...not happening...never happens--

It is just about this thela wala, the fruit vendor I met--and what he told me...that stopped everything around me for a moment...

Atleast that's how I would put it....
 
I am not a ritual fruit buyer...my room mate is awesome at grocery shopping and I never put my feet in her domain.

For some reason, she was out and  so for a change I did fruit shopping.

For the love of mangoes, my eyes were just searching for a thela with not so good looking mangoes (ideally the good looking ones are chemically treated...)

I coudnt decide what to pick..what not to...and out of curiosity, I just started questioning this thela wala---

Or probably my profession made me do that..Whatever, this is what happened...

Vendor 1

 Me: Bhaiya yeh AAM chemical so to nhin pkaya hai?

 Fruitwala: Madam sara Kela pkaya hai chemical se, baki kuch bhi nhin, haan aam ko pathar se pkaya hai...

 Me: I coudn't decipher kaunsa pathar untill I realised it is some chemical again(ripening agent) 


And so I moved to another thela.....


Vendor 2 
 
Me: Yeh aam shi hai bhaiya? Kya ise chemical se treat kiya hai

Fruitwala: Madamji, ap jo bhi khate ho, sab zeher hi toh (Poison) hai!

Me: Startled....(Did he just said it) " Matlab yeh pkaya hai carbide se?" 

Fruitwala: Madam, aap khin bhi chale jayo, aisa hi milega....koi sach btayega aur koi nhin...sare fal...aur sari sabziyaan aisi hi hain....hum sab zehar kha rhe hain aur ab kuch bhi nhin kar sakte


Me:I stood there for a while, looking at everyone...busy buying fruits/vegetables in the market--- 

We all know what is happening--what we consume is adulterated---we know that, but at the back of our minds, its hard to except it.

We go ahead and eat those vegetables, buy the mangoes and eat and drink POISON...probably because there is nothing pure left around....

I did buy those mangoes...because I know I cannot breathe air and live forever...

What scares me---there are so many diseases which will catch as anytime sooner...when we use these masalas, chemicals to ripen fruits......vegetables....

I do not want to get into the science or technical aspect of it, we all can google it, but I am seeing a Death soon....such an incident makes you believe that We as consumers are so ignorant, probably because we have fallen into the trap....of which there is no coming out...!

And for people who sell us these products...the eagerness to mint money makes them contaminate food products---for better sales--do hell with the quality.

Go Organic....well, its not affordable for every strata...

Then what is the solution?

Still looking for an answer.......

For the moment--I just threw that packet of mangoes in my dustbin, as this line echoes in my head----

 " Yeh Poison se pkaya hai".

Grave Lilies

Decision...

but in my head!

A picture...

that resides--

with a stone tied heart...

and I let it sink.

Sink in deep...

Like a grave...

 with pebbles...

and lilies!

I visit you sometimes..

there's no voice...

nor can I make believe myself,

that you'd come--

so I sit...

Breathe..

Feel...

and take my steps back ...

Back..

to live --

On the terms I've decided!

Complementary Vision

The touch of grass...
and a vision of the color blue--
All the flowers showing off-- the gift they exhibit--
while I lay,
immersed in thoughts--
thoughts like bubbles--
Red--
Yellow--
Green--
Blue--
Though I still ignore black--
but I know it exists--
My eyes relish the beautiful vision across--
While my mind loves "ME"
immersed in thoughts--
Like an array of colors--
I do not want to come out from!