Long and short Brinjals, cluster of dark grapes, fiery blue flame from cooking stove,

multitude of green vegetables, soft and spicy yellow powders, shiny and cute orange

carrots, primal red in chillies, capsicums, you see more colourful rainbow in your kitchen

Lovely kitchen floor, crystal clear water, reddish and bluish fire, cloudy fumes and

rising smoke, open windows welcoming wind, you have natures primal nurturing

forces (Pancha-boothas) in your cooking house

Fine textures of food, mouth-watering soups, nostril assaulting spicy rices, all the visual

Appeal of well -cooked colourful dishes, myriad musical sounds of simmering , boiling and

amusing whistles, you have all the senses (panchendriyas) pleasing elements in our small

Food factory

All the glossy utensils, crusty glass glasses, porcelain and ceramic ware with beautiful floral

Motifs, little spoons and forks , brass and silver plates

You are my dream and you make me dream

You offer me your lap and your bosom

You make me curl up effortlessly

You turn me upside down unknowingly

For that extra comfort

You make me forget all my troubles,

The terrible ones and the trivial ones

You make me ignore time and nights

you make me alive and keep me young forever

you are my daily tryst, you are my trust

you are my rest and you are my crest

I will never have enough of you                   

You bring the brightness amidst the darkness

You make me do all this with my eyes closed

You are the deep sleep, the SOUND SLEEP

I am weak and frail  for I am a human

I am embodiment of infirmities, mental and physical,

for I am made up of flesh and blood

Hope-despair, selfishness-altruism, anger-happiness

envy-contentment, love-dislike, the list goes on…

I swim in ever raging contradictions and dualities

All these make me vulnerable, probably,

But, certainly make me is human and sensible

Yes, certainly makes me feel my feet and place

These thoughts and traits are not undesirable weeds,

but, ever blooming buds and flowers nourished in the

lake of blood encircled by fleshy bank

I see darkness than brightness for my senses are more tuned to idiocy and insanity

Disorder and incoherence dance before eyes; ever pulls me into tangled webs of

aimlessness and swirling currents of purposelessness

Skepticism and pessimism like to hang around me

for I offer them unjudgemental accommodation

No pessimists and no skeptics for human soul is too divine

and enlightened to cling to such lower beings

best they could be passing states of ever wandering mind

I have dithered too far from success and lost somewhere on the peaks of mediocrity

It is a different matter that exploring depths of mediocrity offers greater insights

it is my constant endeavor to alight from these peaks and find some space near of the

foot fills success and conventional prosperity for I am not living in a forlorn monastery,

but in society, among the general public

It is when the little drop of tear rolls down the cheeks

and accidentally caught between the lips that

the realization dawns up on you that there is an ocean with in you

There are unfathomable depths and untouched treasures

Deep interiors of you co-exist tornadoes and placid zones

There are low pressure areas and high pressure ones

You are the navigator to explore your own oceans and deep with in.

Your ocean gets calmer and suddenly noisy, a beautiful dichotomy

Keep swimming and basking in your own oceans.

Also, let there be those drops once in a while to constantly remind

the depths in you, the ocean, your own ocean.

Darkness is scared of you, for it cannot see you

Bright light is scared of you, for it can see you fully

Death is scare of you, for you might reach him soon

Life is scared of you, for it has to put up with you

You are scared of yourself for whatever you are

You are scared of yourself for whatever you are not

All this makes us feel fear is inseparable part and a constant companion

Perhaps the redemption lies beyond light/darkness/life/death/you

@Display

Snickers with flickers

Overruns with underruns

Blue screen vies with blue sky

With suspended animation

There goes the recovered resumption

So bright, yet so dark

Nuanced balance is the color key

Power packed performance

Purposefully dithers to get around bands

Stray facts about artifacts….all are at Display

Time is tired of you

Evenings are wearied of you

Surroundings are bored of you

Air turned stale with never ending cycles of breathing….