And Us

It's the time between
nearly there and there

It's the time between
a beginning and a perceived-ending*

It's the time between
late Spring and infant Summer

It's the time just between
the moon and the sun

Just like between

Your Smile and Mine

The golden transitions of the cosmos
and Us.

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*Perceived-ending :

It's not the ending, though many might think it to be. When the sun rises up, the moon is still there. We might not see it owing to the glorious sun, but the moon... it's still there.

A little behind the scenes:

This picture is clicked just before dawn. It's the moon waiting for the sun to rise. Even though the moon knows that she might not be visible once the sun climbs up the horizon, still she waits eagerly for that first glance... during the golden transition.

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Summers That Have Been

I sit besides the fire and think

Of all that I've seen

Of meadows, flowers, and butterflies

In summers that have been

But all the while

I sit and think

Of times that were before

I listen for returning feet

And voices at the door

After-note:

2 years already,

Still feels just yesterday!

Time... and its play!!

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A little behind the scenes:

This piece was written probably somewhere around 2015-2016ish. I found this in one of my old bags... while I was browsing through the unintended archives.

I do not exactly remember the story behind the write-up. However, from the lines, I think I was thinking about the past summer (probably the summer of 2015). And every time I kept wondering about that, something of the then present life must have brought me back from my thoughts.

The time I found it again: April 07, 2023, Friday, 03:12 AM IST.

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A picture of the piece from the unintended archives:

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Blue Sky, white fleeces of clouds
Greeny trees and the breezy shroud
Turqoise Sea and the golden sand
Mystical colors of nature reverend!

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Mahlaara ra Mayuri

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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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Immaculate Summer

It was the days of the gleaming sun. For some, dry and dusty. But the days were the days of warmth and charm. They had the melody of the soul and the rhythm of life. It defined the moments with quintessence of charisma; charisma of blossoming flowers and of blooming relationships.

Sometimes every action seemed lyrical as if flowing straight from the nib of time. Well time has its plans and everything was perhaps accorded as per it nonetheless rarely anybody heeded it. Though it was a matter of dilemma as to why it seemed perfunctory and unpleasant for some, nevertheless, one verity was apparent- the soothing fragrance was everywhere; a fragrance that was elusive yet implicit.

The only thing that mattered most and seemed apparent was the continuity of the cosmic conspiracy. Although it was a universal truth that every phase has an end, hope wants everything to protract the way they are, till eternity. It was among those reflexive moments when the entrenched and ostensible aspects are abandoned and absconded.

The palpable reality along with the reflexive moments seemed to define the game of light and shadow throughout the summer twilight. It was immaculate and beautiful, as if in a dream. The night had to follow but the lingering aroma of twilight seldom allowed the realization of the obvious truth. Everything seemed so serene, vivacious and pristine.

And then….. Then was the time for the monsoons; the monsoons with the misty mizzle. The zephyr that held the dust and spread the warmth was now the cool breeze of the drizzles. The breezy sprinkles toned down the wishful fragrance and the air was filled with the earthy rustic smell. But the fragrance… the fragrance is still somewhere in the rains!


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A little something.....on the post.

I have always loved the Summers. I believe, it's the season of vivacity and gaiety.
I love everything about it - the dynamism, the liveliness, everything! 
This piece of writing is just an attempt to bring out the feelings in and about the Summers.

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