One Life To Live: December 2014

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A Little Something:

I wrote this poem some months back. One fine afternoon, I was standing by the window looking at the tree outside and observing a few birds chirping around. It was as if nothing could bother them, they were just themselves.....as if they were rays of hope! I felt that they are living the most wonderful of lives. Whatever, wherever, whenever. Forever! If we live by hope, we have lived it good. If we can give somebody hope in despair, however insignificant it may be, we have lived it brilliant.

"Mahlaara" can be called as a collective noun. It is mostly associated with the rains and clouds. It is said to inflict rain. In musical context, "Raaga Malhar" is a powerful raga of Indian classical music, which when sung is said to bring upon rain. It signifies positiveness. "Mayuri" means peacock, the bird of the rains.

The little thought, which the birds inducted upon me, took shape into this simple poem.
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Out of the window, the world seemed to orchestrate the various moments of the afternoon with an impeccable pace and resonance. There were a million things happening yet the place seemed to be at a standstill. The place was kaleidoscopic with the eclectic colours of the autumn. The placid hues spelled a thousand words, words with a zillion emotions. There she was, sitting in her own little world, taking a sneak peek at what she called life. She sat there trying to decipher the hues and immerse in the emotions. The tinge of the autumn and the tint of her dreams were accorded in harmony, a harmony that was as enigmatic as she was.

The tranquillity of her mind was obvious but her heart was most probably in the state of a “Sturm und Drang”. Tacitly, this dissonance reflected in the cosmos. She knew she wanted to find the answers to the questions the turmoil posed but she also knew that her dreams are the answer to her dreams. Some questions are better left unreciprocated but being a dreamer has its side effects! The nature riveted her with its multitude of shades and there she sat living through each of it. Each of those moments was an epic by itself; the oblivion was inevitable. After all, nature fuelled the conundrum of her thoughts.

The reverie was redolent with the essence of her heart; her heart - an absolute enigma, her eyes - a perfect conundrum. It’s but the smile! It’s the smile, perspicuous and elucidating, that was the gateway to that enthralling world. The tincture of the trance melted and merged into the oblivion of universe. And as she lifted her eyes, suddenly the rays showed her the elations….. And then love knew she was called Love!

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A quick note - (for the term "Sturm Und Drang" used in second paragraph).....

"Sturm Und Drang", literally "Storm and Drive", "Storm and Urge", is a proto-Romantic movement in German literature and Music of the late 18th century. This movement signifies human individualism, feeling and expression of emotion in reaction to the perceived constraints of rationalism imposed by the Enlightenment and associated aesthetic movements.
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And Then Love Knew