Today’s is free hand š¬šAnd this is Naina’s. A mandala fell from the sky, she says, and all the *critters* are waiting to get it, some surprised, some eager, some waiting to drink it! ā£ļøš„° Her stories are like no other!
Quelling disquiet. Seeking quietude. And being given that, I wonder All of a sudden, Why I sought What I did.
The quiet envelops Your mind To the point The warm cocoon stifles.
There’s only one thing To do, now.
Breathe. Listen. Your breath speaks. You listen.
Breathe. Exhale. The cocoon gentles Into translucent strands Slowly parting way.
Reach out, touch Move your thoughts That little bit To the right Having left victimhood aside.
You’ll be okay. You’ll be okay.
Breathe. This mantra: This too shall pass.
24 April, 2021, Day#24 of #napowrimo 2021 is a page out of my own ODAAT series (one day at a time š ) written when I was in quarantine, upon my return from Sydney at the end of May, 2020. It seemed perfect for the times, for the letter X, with suitable hacks š
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 giftNaina also made one ā¤
And, yes, i love to limerick || Have tried to master the trick || Of the a a b b a rhyme || 'Tis a joy truly sublime || When a verse comes out slick and quick!
A Quest on Overdrive ... :) 