If people are circles on the endless papyrus of life we would all be crude interlapping drawings of some unexplainable forces. Call it science, chance, chaos, miracles, God or the miriad of other phrases that we use to try and explain why things exist and interact, the fact remains that somehow we all are coexisting, each and every one of these creations of existence. The circles like I previously compared life to as a metaphor begins to feel like clusters, and then patterns. But wait, isn't that what it always was, always is? A patterns of interwoven existence - Life.
Here and near, we all are bound to coexist. Try as you might to detach and live by yourself, you end up making connections nonetheless, from the sturdy grounds that you choose to let you hold you in balance to the pets that you choose to keep company. For the less 'solitary-existence-seeking' among the creations it then becomes as natural as breathing to find kindred souls of understanding.
Understanding is where all of creation strives to reach. Even chaos itself creates the most mesmerising of it's patterns reaching into an equilibrium. We all strive to understand each other, from the ones that give us love to the ones that embrace us from their heights of perceivable differences.
Some choose to lift us up, pen our destiny into decipherable notations and allow us to read each of the similies and rhymes making up the words that form the poems, songs and the stories that are us - continuance of the perception of existence. Acknowledgment of the faults, the fissures and the tears that meld us all together - the ground and the rain. And if we falter in between lost and trembling, choose to resonate with your surroundings- the over lapping circles, the ones that you love and choose to stay by, they will create the most beautiful of synchronous noesis.
To someone who continues to inspire many among us.To my little sister and little popcorn munching unicorn. This is for you @manasaa Happy Birthday dear. Glad you were born and continue to exist in all our circles, resonating and lifting us up ❤️
Sitting in bus filled with people, who just want to go about their lives, wishing to fulfill their own individual wishes. I wonder if all of them wish to build a galaxy, of radiating stars warming a hundred planets filled with life, like I do.. I peer at the person who doesn't wear a mask and wonder what makes him so callous? Is he really callous or is he just someone who is overly optimistic? Or is it just that he is pessimistic and feels there's no point? Am I being the one who is at the wrong here? Could he be someone who has breathing problems and can't bear to wear the mask because it'll cause him suffocation?
Is it just me or do I overthink a lot?
Is that why all of a sudden I'm thinking, "if this is how I overthink about a person not wearing a mask and his reasons (I couldn't bring myself to sit next to him too.. I was rooted to the spot overthinking my next move) then what about a girl who is inappropriately touched by someone all of a sudden? What if she's paralysed by something much worse?
"Did he touch me purposively?" "Or am I in the wrong?" "Did I do something to warrant such a horrible experience?" "How did I end up here?" "What would others think if I shouted now?" "Would they blame me and side with him or would they understand me?"
I probably should have asked him to wear a mask anyway, sat down and rested my legs.
She probably should have defended herself in a way that he would be set as an example, for the world to see.
But here we are.. us flawed humans who overthink ourselves out of existence. Flawed?
I should probably stop.. this overthinking.. but should I really?
There is this certain aspect of memories being imbibed into inanimate objects of not much significance up until that point which you notice them. You might not have thought there lay any relevance to the word dusk and dawn or even associated them with the those many times that you have watched them in passing. But then people come into the spheres of your life like the rain drops perched upon a leaf during the monsoon. Pitter patter it drops and thus it goes, on and on until it flows, up until the moment it stays as a rhyme in your mind and then it glows.
Some people feel like the person you know will not judge you even if they say they hate you whenever they see you. Sometimes it feels better to hear that someone hates you when you know they might smile with it too. They will mess up your vocabulary of perfectly ruined languages by claiming to teach your the best ways regarding it's usage. Now you end up with a broken vocabulary and reassure yourself that your abilities to perfectly raise the temper of your teachers still exists. People that actually try to make you feel as if you scaled the everest for every little thing that you do are what makes the muxture of simplest and most opposite of words jumbled together have some meaning to it. Some sort of pleasant memory becomes attached to it, it reflects the person that uses it when someone remembers it.
We associate memories with songs and end up reliving them with the people we spent them with. I think it's the same with letters and words or even sentences. You imbibe memories into words too. Of some people.
To friends that are worth it
@dusky_dawn (I still cant understand the meaning of that name but people love it here because you made it so)
I would call you the moon at night And you would bathe me in moonlight Your touch eclipses with my shadows Marking holy, the days in furloughs Solstices you've embraced For me to be graced These singularities that hold Too many similarities to behold Wormholes you've made Through galaxies to evade Those few discrepancies we met Even time you've made to abet These white dwarfs that maketh us Would've needed supernovas ardous Black holes we are in raves Colliding gravitational waves Creation and armageddon, these fingers entwine Breathing its last, we call this divine
Bereft left the dreams I craved Purpose I search for in those raved Souls too full to leave no place For me to occupy in grace Shunned a choice made to run From grasps, this acumen Faster each time Hiding in rhyme These secrets would hide No one with insight to catch me, I lied Try as you might Wish you'd alright For me to be born Anew at light to adorn But maybe these clean dresses Still hide the same muddy heart in recesses
Let me embrace our differences Letting drop all offences Kissing your lips in passion Leaving sighs in accretion Lifting you just right Leaving you in delight Straying through these recesses Making delirium as it progresses Leading you astray Taking you away Putting you in clouds Making rain in crowds Holding you in shivers Letting you flow in rivers
Seep I will into every crevice Leaving you to grab hold of reality Grace I will in aegis Making you pull back covers of verity