Echoes of the Glimmering Slate

I would speak of things that matter,

And of the many that do not.

I would tell of moments worth preserving,

And those better left forgot. 

But the glistening hands

Of realms beyond us

Change and mutilate —

Worthy and unworthy alike...

Sometimes from the remnants,

Sometimes from a clean slate.

Time erodes both - 

Particles and essence,

The glimmering or flickering moments 

That have been,

Only to return the fragments 

When they are least expected, or seen. 

So what is precious and what is void? 

This dusk has drifted past at last,

Eagerness stirring in every heart...

Some awaiting a dreamy dawn,

Others, any light a beacon might impart.

And then there are those hearts

Where dusk and dawn were never apart.

Where what was and what could be,

Are cherished as one within the heart.

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The Final Alchemy

I let a tear drop roll down my eyes

To witness the path it carves;

It rolled down as smoothly as it could

Through the soft, lit terrain of my cheeks,

That housed decades of memories—

An ode to the archive of smiles.

I awaited —

As it would fall down on my chest,

That caged my heart.

But it slowed down...

Just before it could trickle down,

As if hesitating,

Assessing the strength of the heart that beat

Thousands of layers beneath.

Would those chambers be free enough 

To accept the stories 

That stirred in that tiny drop?

Would the DNA in the blood 

That pumped through their doors 

Identify one of their own...

And question the tearducts 

For the betrayal of the veil?

Or would it be spellbound,

To finally witness a silent dialogue

And pause for a while?

A moment or more passed—

And the teardrop had its answer, perhaps.

It can't risk the fall

The cushioning might not be strong enough 

To take the plunge.

Why risk the roads of the teardrops

That bear a hundred other addresses?

It curved and took the rougher slope,

An unmapped lane,

Among the shadows of the horizontal track

Glistening parallel to the chin,

And waited there for a while.

Until it evaporated 

From the warmth...

Radiating from the lips adorning a smile.

Until it evaporated, slowly,

Into nothingness.

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Solace in Chaos

Searched for it in the crowd

In the never-ending noises

The crowded streets echoed

Nothing but silence

A silence so chaotic

It had the word of the woods

In the wilderness of the self

A voice hid under the hoods

It had the shine

Of the twinkling brook

That shone during the noon

And essence of that known melody

From the words

Of your favorite book

There was the charm of the cosmic chaos

And pull of the magnetic solace

That travellers often seek

In their journeys of perpetual grace

In the nothingness of the chaos

There was a concept of loss

But there too was a perk of discovery 

Of yourself once you swam across

That voice will be your soothing breeze

For journeys that you take

Even a moment's worth of solace

Is paramount in that momentous wake. 

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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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The Mesmerizing Sunset

For here the sun might be setting
But the promise of a new day
Must also be fulfilled
The other side waited eagerly
As the sun was making the transition
From a mesmerizing sunset here
To a glorious morning somewhere else.

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Hope and Begin!

Niveau! Neu! New! Every beginning demands for a new hope, a new life and a new  energy. Beginnings are not exactly new, it's the transition that is new, every time. It's the transition that makes and decides the journey ahead of the beginning. When one heads for a beginning, and thinks how the transition was like, sometimes the lines may seem blurry.

It might take some of the memories and the life that was going on.That, sometimes, might be a very tough thing to do, sometimes may be not that tough though. If the transition is pretty long, it might just get a bit confusing. Sometimes one may feel that its better as one gets time to mould to situations mentally but sometimes the flashbacks takes over it and makes it difficult by taking the time to make one much apprehensive.

Whatever it takes and however the transition might be, the onset of beginning boost starts a new  life. Hope and everything gets better; expectations might hurt sometimes but hope.....never does! After all what matters is how one steers through it and makes  life worth a life. And when I say life worth a life, I do not mean a life that is a smooth ride, what fun is there  if there are not a few bumps!

Living every moment is what counts and what should count.

Live it, after all it's one life to live!!

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