Category: #nature

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Human in a box

And I saw them flying carefree

Aligned as a gorgeous V formation

In a sky with streaks of the prettiest peach

With trees lined up like cheerleaders

But I was sitting inside comfortably

With my favourite people

Listening to my favourite music

Did they spot me?

But I’m impossible to spot inside my box

Maybe in my next life

I will be free

And the prettiest skies mixed with all shades of pink and blue

Decorated intricately with clouds will be my home

It’s also true that I feel peace

A peace that was so hard to find

And I want this to last

I love the colours here

It would have been great to grab a paint brush

And paint this moment to last forever

But alas I am a helpless human

Restricted with constraints of time and location

Can’t it be more like a dream

Where I paint hazily and suddenly there is an art gallery in my house

Then I invite only my favourite people

To see artworks that remind me of them

And we wine and dine and forget about the square boxes

That remind me of being a mere human

Restricted by the constraints of time and space

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Foggy Mornings

Misty doors, roads, and trees
Every particle starts to freeze
And I stand here with my coffee
Enjoying the view as I see
A blanket of fog moves ever so slowly
And I stare at it waiting for you
Someone to come and melt me
And still how I wish to keep this intact
I don’t know what troubles me more
The cold or the inevitable .

It’s the time of the year when the mighty cold starts surrendering to the mightier sun. And I start missing those pretty foggy mornings as soon as they are gone. I have been laughed at for calling those moist and cold mornings pretty by my fellow inhabitants. But nothing could stop me from gazing into wide horizons waiting for some mystical character to suddenly appear.

I do like sunny days too. And I am privileged enough to spend those chilly mornings sitting inside a temperature-controlled room sipping warm coffee. And I have enough layers to protect me from getting sick. But as I read somewhere, we love these comfy things thanks to the extreme weather waiting for us outside. Like we only understand our blessings after times of hardships.

So, the foggy mornings have now become a thing of the past. And as I walk through these sunny mornings, stripped of the weight of those heavy sweaters and jackets, I find myself counting the months before those dreamy sunrises would greet me again. I know it won’t be any sooner and months of scorching temperatures lie ahead. But yeah, I guess that takes me back to my point. You are truly grateful for your blessings, only after facing adversities.


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To live on

I remember once again
As I sit here drenched in the rain
With every part of my soul soaked to the core
Drowning every sorrow, stripping me off this load
Smiles don’t tire me out anymore
And lungs seem to be running out of air
But my heart feels so full
So full but so light
The heavy dreams or grieving themes
Float away freely in those paper boats
And the only one remaining is me in this moment
And I realize once again
For such moments I live on

I cannot say that monsoon is my favourite season, but I must admit I love the rain ( if enjoyed from the comfort of my home obviously). I find myself looking forward to those heavy rains every summer with a shine in my eyes. Of course, I am privileged enough that I do not have to worry about negative consequences which sometimes do come along with heavy rains. But I love it when all I can see is just rain falling and soaking everything in sight. And getting soaked in the rain is one of my favourite feelings. The type of rain in which I can’t even open my eyes for too long, still everything seems much prettier. Maybe it’s just that my vision is clouded in the literal sense. But I do have fond memories of dancing in the rain with my sister. Now that the monsoon is over, I will have to wait for another year for making a new set of memories. I hope I can still feel the same happiness next year too.

By the way, have you ever seen rain approaching? It was just last year when it was raining right in front of me, but I was standing a few centimeters away completely dry staring in disbelief. I think I was too stupid, that I had never imagined that rain has got to end somewhere. But I found it quite an amusing sight, standing on edge of the rain. Then to make me feel even more ignorant, my parents told me their tales about racing with the rain when they were young. Apparently, they saw the approaching rain too often in the countryside where they grew up. And I was so jealous that I never got to experience that. The most rain I saw was from my balcony or rooftop with those city lines in the background. I hope I get to race with the rain atleast once in my lifetime.

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Stubborn

Stop you can’t go

There is enough sand in here

Why do you always choose to go

Just lend me a hand here

But what about the birds and the laughter

waiting for me to dance along

I need to feel the warmth of the land

Even if its just once for me

There is trash spread all over there

As if I would still care

They won’t ever stop coming to see you

You may not even reach the shore once

But I will surely last longer than them

Stubborn or not I must go on

There is so much to me, they don’t know yet.

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Just random thoughts

We all can learn something from each person. Some people leave you with such a good impression that you strive to be like them as a grown up. On the other hand, some people are like the least desirable trait in your personality. Like it would be such a shame and failure as a human if we ever become like them. I wish everyone learnt their lessons wisely, then this world could have been a better place. I hope I never become like the people who consistently spread negativity instead of helping each other steer through the storms of life.

In this process, I came to know two things for sure. First I am really sensitive and emotional. And second I am much more stronger than everyone out there because of the first thing. Because if I can survive and rock everything without being competitive and selfish, just imagine what would happen if I let my emotions go.

I sometimes wish I were wind. I want to fly at such great speeds freely into the vast space and feel every leaf of every tree and give big hugs to all those giant trees. To thank them for standing tall and strong and just giving us things without taking anything. I want to shake away all their worries and make them dance freely.

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Universe and us.

Recently I read a book that said that universe wants to be noticed, that pain wants to be noticed.


But it failed to mention the reason. There is no doubt that I have asked the same question several times before too but I never found the right words. But when I found these words, I was awestruck by their beauty. It simply ended our quest to find all the answers to whatever happens around us.


Alas, the universe wants to be noticed. From my experience, when we wish to be noticed, we all do things which are beyond imagination. Sometimes we succeed in this wasteful practice and sometimes we do not. But nature is not us. The universe is not us. It is much more above us. It holds enormous amount of power, capabilities and everything which is far beyond our imagination. Maybe that is why, it is noticed. We are unable to turn a blind eye towards it. Even if we devote our entire lifetime to understand, notice and praise the beauty of universe, it will not be enough.

Still many breathtaking views will remain far beyond our reach, our time. This explains how small we are in front of nature. We cannot compete with it. But I think universe does not know it. Even without trying it will be noticed. The earth will be noticed. Because it is so beautiful.


Then here we come again to the same question, why does it want to be noticed. Maybe it is jealous of us. Because it is all alone, it cannot even communicate with us directly. We have companions, we have friends and we have families. The universe is unable to experience the beauty of these relationships. That is why from time to time, it shows its powers, takes away our people, to make us realize that it is here. It is continuously watching over us. It hears our laughter, it sees us crying.

Maybe the universe also wants that adrenaline rush which we feel when our favorite teams win. Maybe universe also wants to feel those butterflies in stomach which we feel in love. Maybe it also wants to feel that unbearable pain in chest which we feel on losing someone irreplaceable (whether fictional or real). That is why it competes because it does not know any other way. Because somehow we have those beautiful abilities.


But not only universe or nature wants to be noticed. Even though we are like a trace in front of universe, humans also have that desire to be noticed. Humans also compete with nature, against nature to prove their worth. This competition has continued since ages and look where we have come. But universe did not play tricks. It gave us so much that our entire lifetime fell short to collect the gifts. The only thing it took was time. Still we had much more things that universe did not have, but we became selfish.

We competed so hard to be noticed that we played dirty tricks. We used much more resources than we deserved. We were the ones that disturbed the balance. We should have let other candidates play too. But we humans took their resources. We continuously scarred the universe and forgot to give it the attention it deserved. But fellows, we forgot one thing. No matter how many advantages we have, they will eventually fall short in front of the universe.

Because we were always just a speck of dust. The universe found new ways. It discovered natural disasters, new diseases and much more. There is no doubt we cannot win this game because its developer itself is universe. It knows all those secret weapons and tricks. As we sit in the lockdown with nothing to do, we can do a task of utmost importance. Notice the universe. Give it the attention it deserves. Give it the care it deserves. Because at the end, it holds the most powerful weapon: time.

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