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actors All

Aren’t we all actors?, he said sagely, just that some people have made it a profession.

We were discussing roles and social expectations of ways of living, relationships, work, religions, hobbies and everything else, when my friend quipped sofltly in a mood of reflection. As I explore conversations and sharing, I realise more and more that great relationships inside or outside marriage are mostly a mirage,or at the least rather rare. I listen eagerly and respect the sharing because there is defintely a need to hear and be heard.

I made a friend who loves banter and soon I got addicted to wit and nonsense in equal measure which formed the staple of our conversation. Soon enough though I realised that I was becoming needy and attention seeking. I knew I could excuse myself on the ground of loneliness and other such sad faced expressions, but it was clear to me that all I was doing was ask for attention, like a cribbing child.

I told my good friend to help me get over this whining phase in silence; affections or friendships need not and should not be imposing, should they? If tied down and burdened with expectations, they would die an unnatural death, early too!

That does leave me with myself, which is good and bad in equal measure, because with the pressure of research, I am often pressed to share a lighter moment or two though mostly, I am focussed inward.

I was also thinking of my reluctance to get back to work after the ceasura, a short break or sabbatical, and like the proverbial school boy I was refusing to walk to university, like a snail!

A young voice then asked me to introspect, ‘ so you have not forgotten of someone walking out on responsibililities and how you struggled with it? Work does help, just get back to it’.

Yes, I thought so too, despite my attachment to research, I should definitely get back to work ,after all, haven’t I come this far!

Work or no work, friend or no friend, the basic principle of contentment, is all about self acceptance, rest can be managed, most of it atleast.

Different strokes

We sat down

spreading our differences

color, caste, faith, height, weight

‘yeah,that’s big’ he laughed

place, food, belief, speech

‘go on’, he said

‘keep them down he said

and now just stand up

bottled souls

genies’

he burst out at seams

laughter broke his bones

bent his muscles

crinkled his nose

crushed his weight

squished his cheeks

puffed his ears

thumped his chest

and he walked away winking.

Psyched sky

‘So you thought

we have moved ahead, eh?

and we have conquered a few lifetimes

and that we have found new joys to keep’

‘look behind’ said the sky and I turned

‘they have been moving forth

its they who set out for new pastures

they have found new goals to chase

and their victory posts are moving

you and I’, he said gravely

‘have been standing here together

and the world has moved around us.’

I held my head trying to grasp this gospel truth

and was quite lost….quite!

Sky in Me

I ask the sky to sit

lean on my shoulder

and allow me to do the same

I ask him to shine a few stars for me

‘no one has done that for me ever’

He turns to me quizzically nodding his head

I ask him to bring a rainbow now and make me bright

He is quiet listening to my pleadings

Looking ahead his wide deep forehead furrowed

His nostrils wrinkled as if he is about to sneeze

He lifts his hand to touch my chin

He picks a Sun drop and lets it sit on my palm

He fluffs a cloud and makes it dance for me

He lets me lean to listen to the song of his soul

Deep deep murmurings of every life form

Mixed in equal portions of love, pain and ecstasy

He allows me a glance into his heart

I see the life forms in a surreal dance of joy

Myriad colours rushing to fit into life forms

the birds, the flowers, the monkeys and the man

He lets me read his lips

I hear his words of deep love that charge the life forms

who turn to his voice, raise their heads and listen intently

He allows me to look deep into his eyes

And I see love, deep deep respect for life forms

I see a glimpse of me and am beyond thrilled

He fits his formlessness into my soul

‘now I am here’, he says, ‘for ever’

And I am smiling again.

Ps: Sky in me

I breathe you

‘Lend a hand will you’, I asked life and he smiled

‘Sit down with me and let me hear you talk’

I told the wind and he waved his hand

‘Hold your glare and bend down so I can touch you’

I told the sky and he frowned

‘Stop and hear me speak’

I told the universe

and she roared

I breathe you

I am housed in you

Your words drive me

Your dreams are what I thrive on

What is within is without

What is without is within

She said sagely

And I was quiet!