A poet, writer, author turned producer having passion for music , photography and nature, ART is the soul of life which every moment inspires me to live and create.
ART thus keeps on defining my thoughts, often connecting others with me through these simple verses and lines of expression. They co relate, live , breathe, imagine and enjoy the writings often feeling motivated, encouraged or even thoughtful.
ART refines me more as I scribble the innermost feelings in wondrous ways letting go off the negative emotions, sometimes helping me come out of complex situations .
Like the following excerpts:
"The lone boat sailed quietly to another end of an unknown shore. It was a moonless night with stars gazing at the solitary traveler who wasn’t in senses even to row or navigate the wooden vessel. Directionless and lost in thoughts, thoughts glided as the boat on the cool surface of waters. Both drifting with the flow of wind and current of time, oblivious of future."
Often, in life we drift in situations when we are not aware of which path to be chosen
Either of the roads appear blurred and when far is the destination. But do we choose a path to reach a destined place always or sometimes it is only the journey which fascinates? Isn’t the feel of a dense forest,hanging branches and the mist layered on them more attractive than merely the destination which could be anything but not something which excites our imagination.
Unless it is a divine congregation or an exotic splendour ,it is the journey which carries us in its embrace and we live and delve in it with enthusiasm ,wishing many a times for letting the enthralling trip continue for more moments rather than reaching the destination.
"The hanging branches of orchids which yearn to droop
And reach me
How enchanting they appear and soothing while their petals brush against my cheek
Isn’t the path where I step barefooted embrace my feet into its heart deep
While the nostalgic air brings sense of belongingness to my traveling soul
Which remains awake for nights before it finally rests to sleep
Doesn’t the echoing bells of a temple nearby thud my core ,whence I vibrate with
my pulse dancing to the cosmic lore
will n’t I be tearyeyed when overflows my core with emotions inexplicable and words get lost
in the forest where I travel
they like the new born leaves shy ,sometimes shiver as the dried aged ones do before they die
Beside the truthful brook of life
When I walked with you ,my hands slid into yours
The sky was a heaven
And the earth beneath a cushion of love
While tall trees sheltered us from the sweltering heat of life
And the silent smiling flowers offered their fragrance as balm
To the cuts and bruises
Glance at you !
Magical are those moments when we get overwhelmed by certain emotions, ones which are inexplicable. Certainly the ones which render our innermost thoughts on canvas of life in varied colours and forms.
Impermanence is the law of life and change is inevitable. Sometimes this transition is just another change else it brings lot of mixed emotions stocked inside a jar which get released together. Like a burning incense where the fragrance gets diffused along with delicate fumes in all directions ,so are invisible emotions randomly scattering, within the atoms of the zephyr trying to find out their destination.
They travel collide, run, hide and seek the nucleus of this anxiety,or ecstatic movement. There is no kind of attachment or detachment defined while in this condition. One feels free ,like a free bird flying above the seven seas and the next minute one tends to feel like chained by societal norms and relations.The strings of duties entangle the perching feathers of the bird,pinion it to one pole ,while its claw tries to disentangle the sordid caged condition.
It gazes at the vast expanse ,yearns to be embraced by the blueness and drops a tear often to be wiped by its own feathers. During the night , the vanishing stars carry its silent soul to another abode which seems real ,yet far from the reach of its own flight.
"When bloomed the palash flowers
Brightening the blue skies of my world
They set the emotions on fire letting those buds
nipped off the branch and smearing the nostalgic ethereal dust
in plentiful measures
Scarlet or saffron ,the deep tinge evoked endless sensations
Which reverberate with the atoms of universe
in a seeking of finding its own abode
Whether at feet of the creator
Or lying unnoticed on ground till shrivels the petal with arrival of different season"
The dancing waves of the river were too anxious to get dissolved in the ocean,like the fragrance of rose petals often trying to mingle with flowing wind wishing to be carried away to faraway destinations. Even the curved lips of leaves await for the drops of dew to get the wetness floating on its surface.
The pilfered thoughts snatched by the presumptuous thief of heart remain ecstatic ,gliding through the roller coaster ride ,where love is the season and newness of life is the chime.
The season which echoes melodies of sweetness,brings the fruit of freshness in the morning dew
When tiny lily flowers can smile unknowingly and endlessly to reflect the gaiety feeling of our silence,while the white fluffy clouds embrace and carry the thoughts with the chariot of imagination to distant misty places of heaven.
ART makes us live, love, smile, endure and rejuvenate.
We think,We observe , We learn, We introspect and evolve.
We become compassionate.
We become humane.
Art changes us.
"ART IS FOR CHANGE"