A Quest on Overdrive … :)

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


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Redemption

In the quiet hush before the screen lit up, she slid her hand, quick, warm, and covered his, as it rested on his knee, his tension evident in the controlled drumming of his fingertips. His hand stilled, turned over, intertwined his fingers with hers, as their palms fitted perfectly into each others’.

She did not care if she was noticed. He never did worry about it anyway. But this moment, it was special. It was just as she imagined it, over the decade plus years from when she’d first visualized it. The ambiance, the feels.Apart from herself, there was Him, his dearest friends, Her, that line-up of family, critics he’d had to suck up to (his wry words!)

She knew too, he was taut, as a string, his emotions playing a concerto, with its slow rhythm, a build-up. All of it, she knew. How, she did not question or seek. Near or far, they’d been tuned into each other.

A resigned smile tugged at the corners of her lips – it wasn’t the soulmate variety, all mushy, though even that perhaps would fit. That smile widened at the thought, into a happy grin. She was glad they had each other, whatever part of each other that they could be, and give.

He’d often called her his muse’s bodyguard. A term, at once an endearment, and a reminder of her place, as the keeper of his sanity. His heart was branded with another’s pulse. His thoughts, though, were hers to seek and share. Just as she gave of hers.

Life, she mused, is just as complicated as you make it – a cliched line from a hackneyed Hindi film, of an aeon ago. She smiled again. She did not need to look at him, to know he wouldn’t, till it was over.

A weeping guitar serenaded titles, the acknowledgements, and then faces, voices, larger than life paintings came alive. She watched absorbed. For her, as with the others, this was a first time watch. Not sneak preview. She’d even avoided the trailer, deliberatedly.

On his other side, she could sense her tension too. Raksha’s.The muse creator. The instigator. The almost-give-up-er. Till he found his way back, to his dream, to her. She would always have his heart though.

A fond quote from a teacher, back in college flashed in her mind. The greatest tempation in life is to confuse dreams with reality. The greatest defeat in life is to surrender dreams to reality. Making sense of what to surrender, and what to pursue, therein lay the biggest challenge. She was simply glad he was discerning enough. He did.

A tear slid down her cheek. Followed by more, as she watched the way the story unfolded – the motif of the road, of a murmuration of swallows, bridges, the slow falling mist (not rising), the story of bridging a yawning chasm, of yearning, between star-crossed lovers. It was too real. It was her story, she realized, as she turned to him, in wonder.He turned that same instant. Tightened his fingers, slightly, warmly. And smiled. The first real smile, that day.

Through the haze of tears, she glimpsed the relief on his face. It was done. He was glad it went off well. For him. Now, of course, it was public – to be taken, torn, touted…as they wished. Knowing him, she knew what he felt, she, and Raksha did, about the film,  would be far greater than any other voice.

Her tears were her gift. Her critique. She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, got up and left. He’d understand.

There were other dreams to redeem, for him. He would too. The healing had begun.

12 January, to 21 January, 2017

The Sequel (LINK)

Sometimes, so sometimes, there is a rush of the absurd, that will not let you be, till you let it loose. Here is best 🙂

 


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Totem

There, within the heart
When all else blacks out
Is the one single thought.
You.

That keeps me real.
That makes me whole.
Fantasy
Reality
Cold and warm.

As I sink into the
Ripple of a dream-
Tipping back, gently
Enveloped by waves
Of Consciousness, that
Touch, caress, and leave…

My body feels lighter
Yet, I sink, slip
Under the surface
Groping, looking
Searching, seeking

For that something
I have lost- and
Need to own, to be
Myself.
Once again.

And in that dream
I share with you
I find that – my heart
With yours – when you
Rise, to sink with me-
When we wake together…

Into that perfect conjoining
Of a jigsaw puzzle
The parts to the whole

Being that tangible totem
Of consciousness…
Then we know.

That we always did.


20 July to 8 August, 2010

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Totally (and obviously :D) inspired by “Inception”; actually the totem concept was fascinating, and I have yet to get over how mesmerizing the whole idea of the totem is, in reality!

 


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*Conditions Apply

The invitation was clear
In that look we shared;
And mesmerized, we made
That Deal.

And yes, we were, and have been
And still are, all that we could be…

But to each other?
That look, we look, yet again, for it
Hoping against hope…

For when we scripted,
While we enacted…
We overlooked the line
Between lines…

*Conditions Apply

Online, 1 pm, 20 June, 2010


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Love is in the Air!

Haunting
Gentling
Filling

Spring has come again-

Wafting on the wind
Is that familiar ache-
Of loving and yearning…
That poignant hush
That brings with it a sweetness.

Softly
Meltingly

Hearts meet, hope and build
Nests, in the wildernesses of dreams!
Couched in the same certainty;
The security of togetherness-

Where, yet again, I and you
Meet and melt, into us…
into that circle of completeness…

29 March, 2010

For Devesh and Bindya, and all those in love 🙂 May God keep your nest safe, warm, and loving always 🙂

Pic. Courtsey: http://www.collecto-mania.com/Circle%20of%20Love/486930.jpg


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Words, for you and you… :)

Words when I want them
Wander away, whisper softer
Wait on the edge of the consciousness
Wanton in their wisdom
Waiting – for me to walk away!

Not today, I cannot-
I assert.
Oh? They look knowingly;
Knowing this day I’d want to
Knowing I have to-
Knowing something more,
As they always do, more,
Than I can fathom, of myself.

So today, I clench my quill
While the words wiggle their brows
Dancing playfully, around the
Pot of ink, wherein are the
Notes I must play, and let sing
Through spidery scrawls and lines-
My thoughts – nay… their notions.
The Words, I mean!

Yet today, my heart burgeons
With blessing and benediction
For I know such ones
Who, though they say not,
And stay not – will ever be with me.

To them, I write.
Of them, I write.
Today.

Waves of warmth she brings-
Guileless and gullible
Oh so innocently so!
Dramatic flair, a dreamy person
Dauntless in her beliefs,
Mature in her meditations
A darling, ever!
Daughter of my soul
And comrade of my heart
For you, this paean my dear
For you…
Keep safe! And stay the same!
Miss you, dear Sashu!

And another- seemingly of my childhood
My youth- my every yesterday
That came into a today
As a sudden burst of stardust!

As a quirky angel, shaking her mane
Dispensing the glitter of her words-
Frolicking, gambolling words
That she sets rolling, as only she can-
Streaming smiles, splendrously,
Sashaying through reams and dreams-
Unstoppable, indomitable, her spirit
Inviolate the purity of her notions
And unguarded, her heart-
Ready to reach out
Envelop and cosset;

A true lioness, no less is she
Never a dull moment – they all, but flee
In the sunny warmth of her this gurl, – Meggie
Who, by now, will probably be rolling – hehehe… :D!

For, in the words she writes
In the laughter she shares
Ins the feelings she inspires

Not just her kids at school,
But us too, are touched by her Grace
Learn much, in simple wisdom
Question, search and seek to know!

That alone, sets her apart-
As a rare jewel, the rarest yet
The beauty with the brains (Lol!)
The one who can take it all (to rhyme with Lol!)
And hand it right back
With a laugh, a giggle and
A Charming Smile!

Happy Birthday, dear Indygurl
May God Bless you infinitely!!

31 July, 2009

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I miss Sashu, and I just wanted to share that here 🙂
Also, a round of Wondrous Birthday Wishes, for another special person.. Indyeah! Reading her latest post, just this moment, makes me realize nothing and no one quite compare with the sterling qualities this young lady envinces. Way to go Indygurl 🙂 Solilo, you beat me to it though 🙂

And finally, this is a tentative foray into this sphere again… for as long as I can… 🙂