A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Textures

Abrasive (delicious as a cat’s tongue)
His words, muttured,
In a low and barely audible
Plea.

Stay.

Spinning, rolling
Off his tongue
Sweet, sweet swirls of
Sarcasm-

Of course. I’ve never loved you.

And velvet smooth
Whorling and petal-soft
When he finally says

Au revoir, my darling

Still,
I’m never lost.
And will never find
Better textures
To savour life.

18 February, 2015

Talk of rambling! This one takes the textured cake in terms of the surreal. :D

 

february ramblings

 

 

 

 

Day#14 of #RamblingsInFebruary ought to have been posted way back then, on Valentine’s Day, but because of the fact that the rambler here is now a straggler too, in this endeavour, this has come to be a week later. Posts are pending, and over the next week, this space might seen multiple posts on a single day. A first it will be, definitely – thanks to Shail, and her invitation to join the blog-challenge! I wish I could say I have done justice to it, by the end of the month; Fingers Crossed for it!


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Love on the Ramble

The Sun, the Moon and of course the Stars,
Way beyond, the Milky Way:
An entire Universe
To suffuse, to infuse

With one
Earth-born
Emotion

Earth-born, we assume
In our petty arrogance.

As does this ramble
And the rambler :D

Waiting to share
Wanting to spread
On wings of hope

That the universe of love
May inhabit it :)

12 February, 2015

Day#10 of #RamblingsInFebruary ….

A Universe of Work drew me away from Rambling… and am trying to find that wormhole of an entry point to inhabit the blogdom again :)

february ramblings


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A Toast

I’m lucky.
I cannot tell you how much.

It’s not the car.
Or clothes.
Those lovely earrings.
Even the hand blender.

It’s that skin I wear.
Tear-drop soft. Goosebumpy.
(Mostly around you.)

Yet the pachyderm
Sticks, stones, and all that jazz.

It’s not for the science of the volcanoes.
Or the beauty of the seething, molten magma.
Both hurt, in inexplicable ways.

But.
That tough hide helps.
As it filters, absorbs.
Osmosizes. You.
So much.

So that, even in your absence,
In finite and in definitive terms

I still own you.
Because I wear you.

18 January, 2015.

Don’t mind me. I just finished reading “The Fault in our Stars” by John Greene; so. This mushy gooey stuff would not let me be :D Most especially this line:

My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.
Augustus Waters.


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Two to Tango

yes :) … but definitely balter their life through. :D

balter

This is the first real post of this blog for this year, and it makes this eccentric rambler real happy to know that two lovely things are part of this blog. A precious anniversay, and the word :D .

Balter? Ahan. That is MY word for the year. Found it doing the rounds on FB, and promptly made it my USP for the rest of me life, when I too shall balter the year, to begin with. Sigh. Talk of wishes, dreams and hopes :P

Dance, certainly the metaphor for the year, and I too hope to be dancing more, to my own rhythm :) Right now, though, I’m dancing to others’ tunes, dancing my way, nimble-footed, books in hand, questions in my head, pens and pencils to write with, dancing away from people and things, and usually bumping into just them as I do so :P :P Sounds familiar? I’m also dancing to the tune of “Old MacDonald”, and “Hickory Dickory Dock”… and baby talk and gurgles. Sigh. *longingly*

*Shakes head, herself out of the blues* But then, this tango that I wish, the waltz that should last for ever, and a day more, this baltering, is what I wish to an awesome twosome who dance to the music of their love for each other. One that I know embraces them, allowing each to lead the other, match steps, sometimes twirl each other artlessly and artfully, never ever let the other fall or slip or slide away, but curl their arms around the waist and bend the other over, lovingly, in exhilaration, flipping back immediately to breathless laughter! Don’t you just love that picture? I do. I so so so do. <3 <3

Here they are <3

Neeti and Ashwin may you always laugh and love each other with the same wonder!

Neeti and Ashwin may you always laugh and love each other with the same wonder!

As they tango their way to completing two years together, they are wished all the love in the world, all the happiness, good health, much laughter, and wonder, always the wonder of knowing and learning more of each other, and rejoicing in it, being the best of themselves to each other!

Happy anniversary Neeti Kutty and Ashwin <3 , my Chotuttan <3 May the moves  take you to new level of joy, togetherness and a whole lot of fun! God bless, always, my darlings :)

And *drum roll*  songs for you two… to each other :D Couple of my personal mushy gooey favourites. Ya know!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ss0kFNUP4P4

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vVxkexbBzmU

11 Jan, 2015, for the 14th of Jan, 2014, their second anniversary :)

 

Last year this day – LINK :)


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The Ballad of the One Who Stayed

I watched “The Lunchbox” recently and was reminded of this write here, called “The Nit Picker’s Ballad”, which I then shared on my Facebook Wall. That in turn brought me a couple of requests for a different ending… or the extrapolation of the narrative with a different ending. Here goes :)

On the shores, bereft, he stood
(Though it should be she
He having left at her honesty
At her gift of love)

Gazing long at the loyal waves
That came back again and again
Asking him, beseeching sometimes
To find his peace.

He was young, they seemed to say
Love will come around,
Their quiet murmur consoled
The soft splash had nothing to do
Really, with the twin trails of tears
That found their way down his eyes.

Oh no! Not love. Not forever.
He knew they did not exist.
It was a lesson he was taught.

But.
A niggling doubt, a tiny seed sown
By her yearning eyes. Her silent plea.
By her unshed tears, and brave smile
As she watched him back away.
As she watched, and did not cling.
Did not pursue.

Was he wrong?
Must he unlearn?
He would try, he had to try
He knew.
Else there would be no way
To ease the agony of his heavy heart.

Back he went, his footprints
Erased by each happy wave
That egged him on, to seek, to love
Then hold on, and never give up
Or give in, to the
Traitorous thoughts that reneged
On faint promises made to himself!

He followed, swift, the trail of wet prints
In the soft moist sand, landwards
Till he came upon her, seated
Knees drawn up, chin on knee
A faraway sadness enveloping…
In the shadows of her thoughts,
And the small fishing boat!

May I sit? hesitant, he asked.
Mute, she nodded.
May I simply hold your hand?
His voice trembled as he asked.

I couldn’t stand for you to then leave, she said
I won’t, a soft whisper from him, if you’ll let me stay.

Let you stay? When did I ask you to leave?
You walked, away, away…
And will you, again? she did not look at him
As her pain reached out and pierced his heart.

I couldn’t leave, I couldn’t leave…
I went away, but couldn’t leave,
Hoarsely he repeated over and over…
There were loveless shores of such emptiness
He’d wandered, that he knew, unlearned,
And learned yet again…

Trust or not, Love or not,
Forever or not…
His survivor’s heart needed her saviour’s heart…

And as they simply held hands
Leaned into each others’ love,
A flash of insight struck his mind –
He who was doomed to wander ever
Would now find safe harbour

In his sails wafted promises of another day
Another moment, another soul
To love, to be loved.

How glad he was
He chose to stay!

Online, 29 June, 2014

Under 500 words. :D

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