A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Do Go Gentle…

…Upon this web of words,

Haphazard, it may seem,

But honesty is where it’s from.

Read too little

Wrote too much

Shared oft and on

Not enough, not enough

So says this place 🙂

So here is She

That eccentric rambler

Tryna make words (pun pun pun 😛 )

Work their bit

Of what, you ask?

Never a thing, but what they usually do…

And that’s Magic, if here you be regular!

A silly ramble, this be,

To start a Flowing February

And wishes to all ye….

On this very journey, of/with me 😀

Toodles, for now….

 

But yes,

Do not go gentle, into the night

Rage rage against the dying of the light

(Dylan, thanks be to ye, for having guided this first one

And all of those gals, me friends, me cohorts

Shail, Uma, Abhi, Gul…. 🙂

1 February, 2019

Day#1, #FebruaryFlows2019

 

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The Hours

The hours.

Ours.
Tick-tocking,

Marking time.

A nervous tic

That betrays

A yearning

To hold

Discloses a fear

Too real to feel

And hides, the

Overwhelming soulfulness

That begs to be noticed;

And stills when

Love’s gaze settles.

Singularly. Warmly.

All-encompassing.

You’re home.

The hours, now,
Ours.
28 September, 2017


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Cycle Of Life

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Our aspirations are but fleeting clouds
Kissing hilltops of determination
To precipitate in the tiny droplets
Of endeavours, that
Run in rivulets of joy
And then nurture seds of hopes
Which rise up
Bloom and blossom into
More aspirations 🙂
 
25 December, 2015, after the magical experience of watching clouds drift, enroute to Nainu ❤
And this forms #magicalmornings MM#360 (Three sixty – a full circle – five more to go 🙂 )
27 December, 2015


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Looking Beyond

Butterfly wings and magic.
Season of passion.
Seemingly endless.
When the mating is done
Seeds are sown
And worms are born.
 
Passion reigns.
Patience resigns.
 
But who can see?
Will no one see?
Beyond the worms
To the butterfly
 
Inside of us?
9 August 2015


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Seasons in Life

For joy, for mirth
For unbridled laughter
And the gayest of fancies;
Fun that is mild, warm
Sunning, swimming in time 🙂

When laughter deepens
Sinks
Into gloom;
When thunderclouds gather
Threaten to rain-
When emotion floods
And seeps into the soul-
Turbulence-
Deep deep pools of misery
That swallow you whole!

And then the lull-
A quiet of understanding
Sometimes not;
At times accepting;
Caught in the current
Of the passage of time.

Most times, in the moment.

So too, with seasons- as they live;
Each in their place

The fresh and the blooming

The warm and ripening

The fruition of dreams

Quietly returning to whence
It all began.

Each season, in itself
A reason for Life.

2008.

Random springcleaning, searching for an important book, and a tiny notepad from years ago, finds my hands. Flipping through its pages, this word doodle 🙂 Silly, but I guess I know where it comes from 😀