A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Chrysalis

Barely spawned-

I fed on words

Taking all I could

Seasoning them

The bland, the insipid

Them cliches and them stereotypes.

 

Seasoned them

With rebellion and intolerance

Voracious, ever-demanding.

 

The hunger for opinion

Then the necessity to serve it

Tempered with altercation

Garnished inelegantly

With disdain!

 

That liberty to do 

Precisely that, till satiated!

 

Irreverant, devouring

Each click-baited morsel,

Till finally it was time.

 

Insouciant, outraged

Protestor, Rebel –

Even I had to yield

I’d had enough.

 

Clothed in indifference

The helplessness of a witness

To rampant, rampaging rallies of belief.

 

I waited it out. 

 

For I knew, from within,

I’d changed.

I’d grown.

I’d distilled

What I thought I needed.

 

From the rebel –

With an all -encompassing hunger

I emerge –

Wearing those colours

Of insouciance and outrage

Woven into the threads

Of acceptance, of anticipation.

 

Let’s just say

I survived.

(19 January, 2019)

For 3 February, 2019, Day#3 of #FebruaryFlows 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

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Whorls of Words…

Of whirlwinds and words
The way they drop tantalizingly out of reach
Or feather your cheeks lingering as they pass…
How they storm the bastion of close held secrets
Ferreting out strands of stray raw ones
So that the cold and hot, both hurt the exposed, worn nerve
Like a recurring toothache. One you cannot do anything about.

And yet again they become the salve.
Cocoon you in a verse, a story
Staying close till at least the scabs form.
I drink words this morning.

#magicalmornings MM#251 1 Feb 15

#cheatpost 🙂 #magicalmornings … More in the coming days!

#Day2 of #FebruaryFlows a part of #RamblingsinFebruary 🙂


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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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Longer-Shorter-Here~er-September!

If you’re flummoxed by the title (well actually, I guess you are, most of the time, with titles here 😛 ), you’ll be debriefed soon, when you see the matching-matching nonsensical limerick to follow 🙂

Ruchi, Worcoiner, her blog avatar says, invited us to join her in September Musings, and the eager-beaver-procrastinator that I am, I jumped in with both feet (in my mouth I now realize 😀 ) and whole self in. I wrote on 1st September, but could not post it, so here it is:

Day#1 of    received_246327922693605.png     🙂 Click on picture to be taken to Ruchi’s blog 🙂

Neat, na? How I did that? Heheheheee….

Alrighty, here goes that limerick. (Thanks To Gulshan, a constant here, for the motivation to being her-way 😀 ), offering #1 @September Musings – I love how whether or not there’s a muse doesn’t really affect them Musings! Who knows, I might just muse enough 🙂

Longer-Shorter-Here~er-September 🙂

Thirty days has September

Feels kinda longer

At least in the head

Which, with much work, is fed

And hours, in them days, be shorter!


Comprende, Amigos? 😀

1 September, 2018, Day#1@September Musings

Thank you Ruchi!


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Worn

We wear them.

Wear them down?

No mending ever

Of the wear and tear.

Just trudge on, most times,

With the excess baggage

Of what they mean to us.

Too precious, to lose.

Too crucial, to discard.

Too sentimental, sometimes;

For existing without them,

Is a long and barren road.

So we wear them

Monosyllabic, or poly-

Always stressed these days

Even those that need none.

Care-worn, careful, careless never

Their brilliant raiment often stymied

By walls that meet them, across un-discernible

Boundaries, set in stone, within the mind.

By the time you’ve found the right ones

To clothe your intent, your hesitant foray

Into a semblance of expression

They’re shorn of warmth,

Of possiblities that might break walls

And the intricate snowflake, it could be

Merely melts, into a murky puddle.

They, in turn, have worn you down.

14 June, 2018

A niggling push that began yesterday, while at work, and began to write itself, through the mobile app, completed on a desktop 😛 One of those writes that pushed, and got out. Sigh.