A Quest on Overdrive … :)

An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)


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Conundrums

Why friends weren’t born in the family
And family didn’t all turn out to be friends.

How laughter and tears are just the same;
Most times, even anger and love!

How people listen, but seldom understand;
But some understand, even if nothing is said.

How words hurt, and silences heal.
But silences gouge, yet words never heal.

And Life. The biggest of them all.

5 March, 2013
Seriously on the way to being an absurdity 😀

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Def-i-ance

Of freedom,
Bound within
Acceptance.

Not, let free
In typecast stereotypes.

I’ve wondered
Ever so often
What defines me-

The willingness to be me;
Or the obligation otherwise

Answers elude.

Till then I’m bound to be

Free, to be pigeonholed.

 

4 March, 2011


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(Un)learn

What takes perhaps
Momentary lapses of time
To learn, adopt and
Make one’s own-

Takes an aeon or beyond
To unlearn-
If at all it can be.

Most especially if one carries
The habit, the memory,
The potential
Deep within the cell memory-

Coursing in the vein;
Tunnelled through the
Umbilical cord-
Aeons, generations down.

Learning has always been easy.
And Unlearning just that, the greatest challenge.
Ever.

12 October, 2011


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Waxing and Waning

Am I here, or there

Nowhere? Yet everywhere?

Around you, in the scent,
Irresolute, and indefinable,
A whiff, that comes upon the
Light breeze of memories?

Or the heaviness of reality?

The tides turn, tuned to
A testy treacle moon
As you do, and I…

Awash, washed away,
Smothered, cloying

The fragrance of love
Sometimes
Is overpowering.

I am, therefore,
Waxing poetic,
In the light of the
Waning moon.

Still, longing,
Yearning, as that
Fox… Unrequited.

Unrepentant.

12 July, 2011

 


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Closure

As with Kundera’s

Unbearable lightness of being
So with the openness

That begets such heaviness
I face blankness

The vastness of a suddenly vacant consciousness
The vanished vanquished vanity
Of an arrogant artful me
All knowing I was
Oh How I Was

Till this dot of time
A Period
To punctuate a life that flowed
Unhesitatingly, unbeknown to lightness
Of heart, Of feeling, Of being.

Lighter of my excess emotional baggage
I sag. Not lift.
I lag. And drift.

Seeking closure. That which
Will never be, seeing that
I could never
Never
Never let you go.
Ever.

19 January, 2011
Online. Assaying antithetical presumptuous nonsense 😀