Between Night and Morn

Crescent moon. 2009. charcoal and ink on paper

Continuing with Kahlil Gibran, sharing my favourite lines from the Book Between Night and Morn.

~Be silent, my heart, until Dawn comes,
For he who patiently awaits the morn
Will meet him surely, and he who loves
The light will be loved by the light...

...Be silent, my heart, until Morn comes,
For he who awaits patiently the coming
Of Dawn will be embraced longingly by
Morningtide.
Dawn is breaking.Speak if you are able,
My heart.Here is the procession of
Morningtide...Why do you not speak?
Has not the silence of night left
A song in your inner depths with which
You may meet Dawn? [Between Night and Morn]

~"Hypocrisy will always remain, even if her finger tips are coloured and polished;and Deceit will never change even if her touch becomes soft and delicate; and Falsehood will never turn into Truth even if you dress her with silken robes and place her in the palace;and Greed will not become Contentment;nor will Crime become virtue. And Eternal Slavery to teachings, to customs, and to history will remain Slavery even if she paints her face and disguises her voice. Slavery will remain Slavery in all her horrible form,even if she calls herself Liberty." [The Tempest, Part three]

black white etc

learn to be lonely-Andrew Lloyd Webber

Winter...

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! " =)