A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Wings of Fancy

How do you lock down;
Batten down the hatches
On the craft at
Stormy seas?

Churning waves of disquiet.

The other kind of quiet
Is merely a cue,
A prelude, if you wish,
To the Overture of the
Tumult.

That’s when you escape.
Release the catch.
That kept you in place.

Fly. Erupt maybe.
But yes, lose yourself
Like never before.

That’s the only way
You keep you.

23 April, 2021, Day#23 of #napowrimo 2021

I wrote this one on 29th March. Little did I realise that I would feel this, on the day I’m sharing it on the blog. The tumult. The escape. The storm within.

My country is going through collective trauma. Those who still can feel and see are, that is. The pandemic is a never ending trauma. Lives taken, through disastrous management of resources and poor leadership in a situation where personal gains of the leadership far outweighs its inherently unassailable responsibility to its peoples.

Failure is writ large on them.

It is the ones who still have a conscience, that work, selflessly, relentlessly, unconditionally towards healing and solace. Gazillion amount of gratitude to them doesn’t cover it. This includes overworked health care workers, those at crematoriums, the volunteers working at their devices on gathering, verifying data, and disseminating information on resources, every person who will rage against this dying night…

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

You are my water colour wheel of hope.

Thank you Swati for the session today and Elsa for this gift
Naina also made one ❤


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Voices

A soft voice within:

I’m here. Always will be.
Please believe. I love you.
Because you are enough.
As you are…

Silence answers her.

The Impostor’s back, you see.

22 April, 2021 Day#22 of #napowrimo 2021 is pretty much forced. Because, duh, impostor rules the day 😀

Sigh. A simple one today!


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Unhinged

(Alternatively titled Uh-oh 😬)

Undaunted, she ploughs.

Unbeatable, seemingly;

Yet, unabashed ambiguity maybe, yet

(Unanimous view? Hell yeah, no maybe about it!)

Unflagging, spirits.

Understanding the unadulterated

Unreal, unsullied 😂 nonsense-

Unflappable too, her demeanour-

Un-enamoured of uncomprehending looks 😎

Utilising every stray thought

(Unfortunate to pass this way 😋)

Unveiling it in never an ultra crisp way

Understatements, she makes

Upbeat always…

Underlining it ‘verse’ – HAH!!!

Unstoppable (she wishes, this month 😛)

Ushus 🙈😀😂

21 April, 2021, Day#21 of #Napowrimo 2021 is a repost from 3 years ago titled Uh-oh- The details are given below 🙏😎👇)

The mandala, or what passes for it 😬 is new and a bit unhinged maybe, but apt! Special shout-out to those who figure out what it could be 🤩)

(First posted on this blog, on 23 April, 2018, for Day#21 of #NaPoWriMo 🙂 Self-aggrandizement it’s Zenith 😎😂)


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My Muse

A-muse-d She may be

Each day, when I so

Desperately seek her out.

She smiles, at the nick of time.

Graciously lets me swagger

(in the belief I masterminded them)

In the surfeit of words she shares.

She brings Magic, she does.

Even I, in my arrogance,

Must admit.

The kind that stretches

Beyond imagination;

Past spells cast to

Invoke, evoke, rebuke, choke…

She stays, companionably,

Inclining her sagacious head

Watching me chisel and hone a notion.

I might not acknowledge her,

Yet she lingers, a sheen in her gentle eyes

That you could mistake for moisture.

Happy? Pride? The ramble

Exceeds expectation?

Maybe the cold shoulder I give

Could be it, too.

How she waits, so patient…

But the walls are up

And the gates are locked…

Till that desperate cry, for help

Leaks out, faintly.

She fixes her smile,

Waits upon the whims

And allows the rambler

To think she, herself, is the Muse.

(13 April, 2018, Day#13 of #NaPoWriMo, 2018)

(Repost- here the earlier posting of this, with beautiful comments by Gulshan and Govind – LINK)

Serendipitous, nothing less, that the word Muse was chosen for today. However, she’s iffy today 🤗 All she gave me, was a reminder, in the form of this verse, from three years back, to the date!

The art, thankfully, is fresh! ☺️😀

13 April, 2021, Day#13 #Napowrimo 2021


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Laugh…

Belch
Pull my crab clip off my hair;
Drink up your (or any stay
Cup of tea!
At home
Demand coffee. Tea.
(If both unavailable, cocoa)

Go on well intentioned diets
Give it about six weeks
Then… Duh!

Type in from malfunctioned keyboard
Just what I need to hear
Just when I need to hear it

Fneham alle felith 😂
(Clue: F appears for s/v)

He’s part of the first poems
I wrote… (My Sun Child)
Long before he was born!

He’s a paean, an Ode,
A ballad,
There’s rhyme, rhythm,
He’s a metaphor for laughter
A simile too, as cool as they come…

He’s playfulness personified
A paradox, an oxymoron
Workaholic fun lover!

He’s a book
That’s writing itself,
And may it continue to be
An action packed adventure
Filled with
Love, laughter, liveliness
Life.

That’s my wish, on this day
His birthday.

My Sun Child
My first born
Arjun ❤️

12 April, 2021 Day#12 of #napowrimo 2021

For my Son Child 💗
🙂

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