It'll be morning soon

If you're tired of the tirade, screaming to leave

Don't fret,

It'll be morning soon and I'll be gone

If you're bored beyond measure, longing for spice

Don't distress yourself,

It'll be morning soon and I'll be gone

If you fear my insanity like a ghostly mirage

Don't cower,

It'll be morning soon and I'll be gone

If you're looking for greener pastures, in lands far off

Be patient a bit,

It'll be morning soon and I'll be gone

A bird of the deepest night

On which few may lay sight

I love with an intense might

Fearing neither wrong nor right

Tomorrow's a different day and you may realise

But alas, my love

It'll be morning soon and I'll be gone,

Forever.

Loveless, Lossless, Unfeeling

I had a very strange day today.I just felt entirely neutral. Not happy, not sad, not worried, emotional, crazy... just existentialist.

I didnt have a single extreme emotion throughout the day, except at one single point, when I felt like giving someone I knew had suffered a big loss, a huge hug. But that's all. The only extreme emotion...

If I feel like this all the time, all immune to pain, will I like it. Or is too much of a good thing dangerous?

For the first time in days, I have not felt that bitterness, that longing, that unfairness in my life that I've been feeling every waking hour of the day.

I like it. Today. Just realising that time rolls on... Realising action and its consequence... How we all move about in this karmic circle...

And watching pleasantly as life moves on.... watching in third person...

Guess the eclipse did cause an upheaval of sorts...

Wishes in the rain!

Looking out of the window,

Skies in shades of black and white

Dressed for the mundane

While the heart longs for respite

Drops of incessant rain

Washing away those tears

Opening a hundred possibilities

Revealing a thousand fears..

Just another work day. The sky is unleashing a fury and little can stand in it's way. When I look out of the window, I see so many shades of nature. The just formed muddy lakes where fields were, colorful plastic umbrellas and rain gear, a hundred shades of green and so much more. Then a million sounds- of children splashing water as they step deliberately into the numerous puddles, the pitter patter of the rain drops, the sizzle of oil in the kadhai( I smell pakoras ;)), a stray shaking off water from its coat, the frogs, the birds. oh I could go on and on!

And then the very thought of returning to the mundanity of work- absolute torture. It's almost a sin to sit in artificial light, in front of the PC screen while day changes to night and nature unleashes bounties and curses on all that is seen and unseen..

I long to just sit curled under a blanket with a friend or two, while the wind makes the rain drops whizz past the open window and talk and talk..Talk about life and love and a hundred philosophies and another hundred whacky business plans. All, over cups of hot hot coffee and salty snacks..

And then maybe run out into the open, jump about, splash about, relive childhood and perhaps a little bit of the frivolity of adolescence. Then return indoors drenched and queue up for a hot bath. After which we return to the warm comfort of the blankets..

“When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.”

Elizabeth Bowen

Perhaps it's love that makes me wish, A perhaps that is almost certain -- Love, for everything around, for mother earth, and for the another..

The Seven Deadly Sins

Guilty as charged, jurors

Guilty of all that's been said of me

Guilty of being human

Guilty and free

Committing each crime with deadly precision

And breaking down my soul

Each sin named and unnamed

The pain of each, the devil's toll

Greed it is that leads us in

To experience all of life

To see what must be seen

All glory and strife

Greed it is I feel

When there's some more love I want

An insatiable need

A spectre that does haunt

Gluttony is a hunger

That I feel when I need you

It's an appetite for destruction

Incarceration true

It's not starvation that drives me insane

But a desperate need to feed

The visions of the divine fruit

That together we must eat

Lust is but a development

A rendition of the times

Of the complexity of the feelings

The music in the rhymes

The intensity of a tender touch

That ignites passion's fire

The indestructible flame

Burning by a funeral pyre

And out of the fire rises Envy

Like a menace in the night

And looms like the stormy clouds of fate

As the earth puts up a fight

That wants every single moment

Of every waking hour

Not letting even little go by

Making me aware of its power

Then the Wrath at utter failiure

A volcanic explosion great

That implodes to burn the insides

As it shatters a prolonged wait

As blood and tears do mingle

Into a rotten blend

A concoction of inner misery

And to a painful end

Out of the ashes Pride rises

To restore some broken remnants

To salvage through the fields of green

And find its hidden tenants

A sense of self and earthly wisdom

That got lost in the course of love

A soul far badly damaged

The few blessings from above

And finally settles acedia

Discouragement defined

A resignation to destiny

And another startling rewind

No efforts to make any difference

Another time around

Just a knowledge that no sin can defeat

This love so perfectly profound!