The silken zephyr blows through my face,
lustrous,velvety,
Shades of grey with silver sparkles
through my soul,the empty space...
The changing seasons have always been amusing to the human mind...
the season of winter too causes ambivalence in our life,Universe and everything around us.
It symbolises death and isolation for some and a beginning and union for others.
Standing amidst all is a tree.., a figment of my imagination.
give it a colour- violet,silver,gold,turquoise, white? (or black?)
give it a voice- agnostic.
give it a shape- abstract
This winter I experienced a journey in its own... Through a face,i give it mine! =) and engaged in a dialogue with this so called multiple branched 'abstract' tree! This season too my friend and i were discussing NUMBNESS, when we boiled down to saying that it can be caused by two factors (broadly speaking!) : extreme pleasure or extreme sadness (oh well, sadness would be an understatement,desolation or melancholy would sound better?! =/ ) But apart from the discussion, i experienced Numbness too this winter... (the reason of which i'm still trying to figure out!) The point i'm trying to make is maybe Numbness doesn't really have a causation... (just a maybe).. It's a void after all... a deep abyss.., the 'grays' in life that i often ignore/d while switching from white to black or vice-versa...
This season too... I caught a glimpse of the Winter Moon
and we smiled together at the insipid world of gloom!
I touched the fresh morning dew,
I saw some flowers,blossomed,yet how few!
I stood amidst the Haze, i warmed myself in the 'halki dhoop'
And yet again, i start anew...
coz in the end... "जैसा दर्द हो, वैसा मंज़र होता है
मौसम तो इंसान के अन्दर होता है ! "
P.S.- This was written in a state of disgust yet satisfaction of having facilitated a meditation,and making others see the light, and yet not being able to do it myself... (strange,isn't it?!)
nevertheless, 'I received'... THANKS to the 'Mirror', and the entire cast (aks ,sugandha, sanjana, shivangi, yamini)co-workers(Apurva,Samira,Diva) of 'मौसम तो इंसान के अन्दर होता है',a dialogue... (
" Even when times are a mixed bag of fare,
When tepid or eager highs and lows snare,
There is a gentle space within me
Where I can be, as creative as can be! " =)
