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Cat dreams

It as if it is not enough to strut and show his walk in style at home in the day time that Andrew, my cat decides to visit me in my dream.

The day was tough and the PhD looming large in my thoughts, I look to hit the sack as quickly as I reach home. Andrew, however meows seeking attention and demanding that he is taken out for a stroll. Once I open the door to the corridor, though, all he does is to flop on the floor and roll around and try his best to look cute!

Soon though, having impressed the onlookers of his handsomeness, he goes in search of some protein bites and likes to stroll the long corridors now emptied with the advent of the corona.

So, he struts his stuff,stops to check any opening, looks at the staircase as if he intends to ‘leave for Kashi’ for good but soon gallops home at the sound of any approaching footstep.

Safely inside, he watches carefully to see that the passersby are homed in their own spaces before coming out again to claim the corridors in the dead of the night,while simultaneously keeping an eye on my movements and intentions which he seems to read well in advance.

Now into his second year on the planet, Andrew is yet to meet his soulmate. Perhaps he doesnot know of such pleasures of living, which is to be blamed on the insensitivity of his family, who don’t let him out as he would wish to be.

A good friend of mine is very anxious of this gross injustice inflicted upon my boy and often suggests innovative and interesting match making events for the handsome cat that Andrew is.

Andrew though is quite the gentleman, mostly at least and I take pride is saying that he must take after his family.

Well, what I didnot expect Andrew to do is to ofcourse walk into my dream and not just mine, but my daughter’s as well on the same night, must be quite an attempt at manipulation by the young fellow. While I dreamt of saving Andrew from fire, my daughter dreamt of finding him at Mars, think of cats ruling us! really, I mean literally.

Anyways, as it looks to me that I will now have to get used to solitude again, Andrew should keep me in good company come day or come dreams!

Handsomeness incarnate- Andrew, cat

The messenger

How often has the universe spoken to you

in soft deep murmurings

How often have you been so moved to tears

at her choice of messengers

How often has she held your hand and

guided you on to your path

How often has her visions been your force

egging you on meet life on its edge

How often have you closed your eyes

and trusted her infinite repertoire of experience

if yes, take this moment into your palms

go take the leap, Go, get moving.

writers who don’t write, Lovers who don’t love

Writing has been like love

she spent a lifetime

dreaming about love

so did she about writing

sometimes in her dreams

they intermixed and danced

like ‘theyyam’ in a trance of thoughts

like love itself where it is a task to find a lover

of heart and kind, as good as you think he should be

so it is with writing to find a page and fill it with thoughts

the dancing pen coursing through and noting ideas, dreams and aspiration

the sweat and blood of living, the pain of conception and the inability to reproduce

of long traumatic gestation that bends the heart with weight

the muse in either is case being vamoose

sandwiched amidst hopes, expectations and soar realities

throbs a dull ache that makes living plausible

whiffs of love, songs of yonder, tales of the worlds beyond

are in waiting

but not too long, not too long.

Sun & Dark clouds

When the dark clouds came

Sun beat a hasty retreat

‘Sorry, I should not have come

It’s your day to shine and pour

or vice versa’

It looked as if the dark clouds

did not take it kindly

and soon filled the sky

with their own light

somewhere though

the earth lay dreaming

awash with tears of joy

drenched in love

soothing her pains

bringing her pleasures

she smiled in sleep

‘they are mine’

she murmured softly

the Sun and the dark clouds’

fancy fantasises filled her thoughts

she dreamt of love

smiles curled

around her lips

eyes grew heavy

in painful pleasure

and the sky poured

down hasty, pounding

pulsating with life.

Be thou spirit fierce

Be Thou Spirit Fierce

Be thou spirit fierce

be thou free like the wild wind

cruising by

Be thou the rage of the skies

the height of the waves

be thou fierce and free

kind and compassionate

all at once

be thy thirst for life

ever so insatiable

be thy love for living

ever thy guiding spirit

chase the dreams

hold the world in thy palms

igniting wild dreams on the way

paving path for all creatures of imagination

may thy wishes come true

and may the heavens sing paeans to thee

Amen!

Sky soul

I had not asked the sky to stop by

yet he did being kind

inclined to all things azure

he moved into my soul

he spent some time

clearing a few cob webs

pasting a few sweet smiles

rubbing off a few dark spots

and filling some heavenly fragrances

if nothing, he said

pick up that pen of yours

write, write till you bleed

and then I am there with you

He read out somethings

and I wondered how he knew

he smiled and said

I speak to you in your dreams

I drive away faces dark and fearsome

sometimes I hold your hands as you sleep

kiss away your fears and let you smile

I ask him if I would know him when I saw him

Let time tell you that, he said

and vanished blue.

Why so late

My friend said that she would ideally have got her doctoral degree a good ten years back, but it did not happen.

Apparently, she had a tiff with her guide, who did not approve of her thesis, dilly dallying it for a decade!

That was a huge loss to her personal and professional life, literally!

Another friend of mine shared how a young girl that she knew had started her doctoral studies abroad and quit it after four years when her guide demanded sexual favors from her.

Four years of her life gone to dust and no degree either. Apparently, she was so devastated that she decided not even to pursue her case. She did not want to have to do anything with the man, ever again!

Years ago, when I completed my post graduation, my affable and much respected professor insisted, ‘you should do the phd’ . ‘Yes’, said I eager to please him.

When I started to find out about phd I heard so many stories of all kinds of manipulation that I decided long back what kind of guide I would like to have for my studies.

When I found an opportunity to work with a lady of mettle and character, I jumped at it, and it took me 20 years to get here, just to begin another journey of learning.

And I must count myself lucky to be where I am today under the tutelage of a friend who is also a guide. But not many are as lucky as I am.

Certain roles provide more avenues for the ill-intensions to manifest, even rarely, but it should not be the case, really. And one should be wary of getting into such traps.

Like in every relationship, one has to step forward with care, so it is with studies, who is your chosen buddy, who is your chosen mentor, who are the ones who form a part of your circle, choose them wisely.

Keep aside the narcissistic, egoistic boors out of your circle. They don’t deserve to have your friendship.

Life teaches you the value of introspection and self reliance, some times through difficult life experiences, which in retrospect, one realizes as being of great value.

http://www.elise.com/q/quotes/yeats.htm

HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939)
“He Wishes For the Cloths of Heaven”
from the Collected Works of W.B. Yeats
W.B.Yeats

I have always loved these lines from W.B. Yeats but today I realized it has a different perspective as well.

To all the guides, mentors, philosophers, trainers, teachers, one has to say that you are valued more when you are kind, so tread softly, coz you are treading on someone’s dreams.

So, it is ok to start a bit late, just keep going, now that you have started, whatever your destination is.