interlude

Rumi and she have known each other for a while now. Her first encounter with this mystic being happened when she was very young and knew nothing about urdu poetry. An extraordinary poet who spoke of love and friendship like no other, of myths and happiness like no other.  Recently, she has stumbled upon a book by this mystic and now she is relishing in her own myths, deciphering her own happiness, knowing that someone else has walked a similar path away from the world, closer to the wonderment called I... truly dear Rumi, what i was seeking has been seeking me... Thank you for reassuring :) "I want to see you.  Know your voice. Recognise you when you, first come 'round the corner. Sense your scent when I come, into a room you've just left. Know the lift of your heel, the glide of your foot. Become familiar with the way , you purse your lips then let them part, just the slightest bit, when I lean in to your space and kiss you. ...

aphrodisiac mind radiating from the core fragmented thoughts shooting in all random directions ethereal being spinning at a colossal speed here, in the colors of blue and viridian framed on an empty wall waiting for the commotion to stop excited, almost thrilled for, i'm sure... many characters will disappear many will fuse to form new many stories will begin but, in this amazing grace, today let me spin...

In this house of masquerades, we all have some roles to play Some stories to live, some characters to slay   Some notes strain my memory; some enliven my being as potent Joy, of some sort. A feeling of loss and of gain in the same moment   Whom did I lose, someone who wasn’t mine What did I gain, knowledge of being all alone all this while   By passion and patience By sun and moon By sin and virtues Life, pulled by the odds towards the same fate Rowing the boat of faith The reflection in the lake , asks me why wait?

simply dressed man  with an honest smile,  on the road, for a journey called lifetime... a long-haul, on the road... every highway with that honest smile, every mountain with the same drive... writing his journal, riding his truck... child in me asked him, " why do we seek to travel far and wide,  when every breath is a journey, we take towards the destination? " very pragmatically, he answered " some stay some vanish... we fight, we feign, we contemplate  but, we keep breathing unaware of  being wiped away, one figment at a time... day in day out, its a journey, make that count " shiny quizzical eyes of a familiar stranger of a traveller,  a story teller learning lessons from the roads,  rivers and air  to  keep walking, keep moving and  keep flowing, and when the end comes,  be rest assured that you made it count!...

Fallen from the sky, suspended mid-air...holding universe, a tiny droplet of sunshine... neither part of the day nor of the night, truly mysterious and sublime... Someone once said, desire and pain were born together, held by the hands of faith, thrust by the winds of hope... Spent in such abode is the reality of happiness and of sorrow... In middle of everything, in between earth and sky...

"peacefully,  the quiet stars came out,  one after one... the holy twilight fell upon the sea, the summer day was done." -  Celia Thaxter  the wonderful panoply of the color magnifies the sunshine... time that is striking yet supple...tender yet proud... lingering by the melancholy skies are the fragrant blossoms of June... asking restless birds hopping on the trees to take rest...it's time... it's time, when strawberries melt over wine... it's time, that solemnizes clarity... the hustle bustle of the streets has come to stand still, yet it is so loud... like ocean breaking at the shore, asking for respite from this endless tyranny...it's time... the shimmering forts of egos melt down, summertime, a flaming torch set out to define... removing deception layer by layer...this year, June has decided to resolve ...it's time!