THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

Time had stayed on
The day.. though split
Was hanging around
With a curious aloofness
Showing the usual panache
To make the move
To sing its heart gently
To reach out
Thoughts were arrested
In the freedom
Of a nowhere zone
Its visage was caring
With its presence subdued
The day..though split
Was proving a companion
Adding freshness
To the duet
With a relevance
That had seemed illogical
So far
Picking up the journey
The loneliness had begun
The day..though split
Had just arrived
And was here to stay..

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THE DAY..THOUGH SPLIT..

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

Time had stayed on, the night was here to stay
Isolated, thoughts were alone in a nowhere precinct
It was warmer there than the cold visage bestrewed
Silence had never been so tender and perfervid
For thoughts to speak out their vestal assertions
Forced by the vicissitude and enamoured by the lay
Time had to change the countenance it had had so far
Thoughts had met their bard under the waxing moon
In the loneliness of the night’s nowhere gallery
Beginning a conversation silence had always sought
The night had just arrived and was here to stay..

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THOUGHTS HAD MET THEIR BARD..

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SITTING SILENT, HE WOULD TRY TO LOOK INSIDE HIM TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF HIS SILENCE

He used to sit there, at those steps. It was his daily routine, for years. He didn’t remember when it was the last time he violated his routine.

He had not taken any vow. He was never deeply religious.

Often, he did not look at God as he was looking at God.

Yes, he questioned God, but turned back to Him, as well.

Yes, he used to come there, to sit there. Coming there had become like a part of his daily life. He was so deeply into it that he consciously avoided going anywhere that could have taken him away from this routine.

He would come there. Sitting silent, he would try to look inside him to understand the meaning of his silence. And the silence would respond. It happened regularly.

There was an increasing understanding with silence. And the flow helped him.

Sitting with his ‘self’, he would talk to his silence.

Sitting with his silence, he would travel with music of the flow.

It was a detached attachment. He had no thought when he started this one fine day, with a random decision.

The flow had many – sitting by its ghat-steps, waiting for its caring embrace and soul soothing music, and it cared for everyone.

The flow did not expect anything in return and whatever he wished while being there, at the steps, was nothing more than detached expectations.

He needed and he tried to feel something more powerful, than a human-God relation.

And having detached attachment with detached expectations showed him the way further.

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HAVE YOU BEEN A FRIEND IN NEED?

A friend needs you the most when, somehow, he is not able to share his problem with you, whatever his reason(s) are.

And the reasons don’t exist when the problems start killing the words.

When a person is not able to express something painful he is going through, his agony and suffering cannot be understood by others including his family members and his best friends.

Also, it happens frequently that the conditions and the relations in the family don’t permit a person to even look in some problem while being with the family. Reasons vary and all we know and have been through them.

A friend is the natural outlet in such situations.

Even if the person cannot speak about his situation, he comes to stay with, to let some of the agonizing moments pass, in company of his friend(s).

Yes, not all friendships qualify this benchmark.

His silence should speak to you then. Do you read your best friend’s silence?

But if you claim to be a friend, you must understand the state of mind of your friend.

Knowing the reason should never be a point here. Knowing or trying to know how you can reach out to him in his lost state of mind, sharing and lessening his pain, should be your natural act.

He needs you there. He expects you to understand something he cannot explain.

Have you been a friend in need?

Have you been a friend who is there, not requiring any superlative?

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THE MUNDANE

Looking off the window,
Talking to the distant thoughts,
Eyes fixed far in the absence,
As it is has become so everyday,
Like this moment,
As was the other day,
Reminding the windows,
The mundane opens in the life

Looking off the window,
I see the mundane on the go,
I read its presence,
As I did the last day,
As I get it into the moment now,
Telling me the other side of life,
The mundane so naturally builds,
For us to remain us, men of this world

Looking on the window,
Trying having sensed the expanse,
Looking to feel again,
As if I’ve travelled the distance,
To be one with my that ‘Self’,
When the mundane ‘Self’ sounds arguing,
Like it happens sometimes,
Pushing me to look inside the window

Looking on the window,
I dig down deeper as thoughts converse,
Not knowing the abyss of the creeper,
Nerves seem to cry from beneath,
Recollections flash upon that inward eye,
Reflections reconcile for that soliloquy,
When the calm feels vacant and pensive,
When solipsism gets talking and restive

WHEN I DIG IN.. (July 29, 2009) – Reworked, Rewritten (November 2, 2013)

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HE WAS NOT ABLE TO TALK TO THE ABSENCE IN HIM TODAY

He was not able to read the Absence in him, an Absence the paradigms of which were so familiar to him.

He loved to read and read regularly the writing of his life experiences, their liveliness and the void of their silent moments.

But something was amiss this time.

Also, the want of the ‘Absence’ was shadowing all other that was present.

Though, he still loved to read the life, he was not in communion with his soul to read the Absence today, because he was not able to personify his thoughts.

They were running together. They were not talking.

They were walking together. They were still not talking but their steps were in unspoken unison.

They were trying to read each other. The silent space between them was uniting their thoughts to converse, giving them the opportunity.

Yet, he was not able to read the Absence in him this time. He was not able to personify the Absence in him this time.

He was not able to experience this experience though he knew he had to read it, to make sense of all other that was present.

There was no other way but to come back to it, to try again, to talk to the silence of the Absence, to sit across its personification, to read the life, to make sense of the passage to the time again.

Life is about living it regularly.

Living is about reading the life consistently, in fusion with its liveliness, in harmony with its silence.

A life’s identity is about existing in its fulsomeness. It is about inhabiting its voids.

He was not able to make sense of everything else in the life today. He was not able to talk to the Absence in him today.

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MAYBE, YOUR SILENCE STILL SPEAKS TO ME..

The words and the soul they had

Still sound so meaningful to me

 Cannot say why I read them still

Again and again, wishing for more

 Words that push the lost person in me

To be found, to become soulful again

 The words and the soul they had

Given a life by your presence

 Words, now personified by your absence

Cannot say why but they stayed

 Maybe, to be with my loneliness

To heal, when I seek nothing but you

Cannot say why I still care for you

Maybe, your silence still speaks to me

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