Hiding behind mountains of words,
Or dams of silence,
Outbursts of emotions.
Harbouring the electric energy,
Dangerous for sure,
Mend the cracks,
That time of year is here. Nostalgia personified. Time to count blessings, looking back and pondering what all happened. What all could not happen and what all could have happened.
As if it were just yesterday, the same day, the same time. Same flowers blooming, same migratory birds nesting, same temperature, rain, snow, chill in the air.
Like a flash it went by! Every wish sent to people, like it was written yesterday. The same parties, thankfully surrounded by the same people. Some new additions surprisingly seeming like old acquaintances. Same cheer in the atmosphere.
Same emotions wreaking havoc. The same homeless, cold people on the roads stirring deep emotions within the soul. Same sense of helplessness, restlessness and pain.
Same sense of joy and pride watching your children grow. Love, companionship amongst young and old in the family. Same sense of gain when a new member arrives in the family. The extreme sense of loss felt like a huge void, everytime remembering those lost.
Years passing by one at a time but like on a speedboat, zooming past. Memories merging into each other like a dream, senselessly mixing people , events from past and present together.
Like a joyride, rollercoaster years, same posts, photos, comments, likes on the social media. The decorated Christmas trees, the dancing , singing , drinking, New Year’s Eve parties. Identical situations yet…
The year is brand new, time lapsed, 12 months gone, countless breaths drawn. Mind absorbing pain and pleasure like a sponge. Countless moments lost, countless moments acquired. Bonds formed and broken, relationships strengthened, weakened.
The familiarity of “Sameness” embracing in comfort. The excitement of unknown giving sense of adventure. Family, friends giving love, hope and the strength to go on. Go on chasing time!
Bunches of red, contrasting with greens of leaves.
Little flower umbrellas, sheltering insects from grieves.
Cool September breeze, giving respite from the heat.
Making flowers blossom, getting ready for Autumn greet.
Veteran leaves turning yellow, saying goodbyes ready to let go.
Magic of Autumn hiding within each fold, forests waiting to transform in motion slow.
Someone stole my pomegranate flowers.
I had been counting days, one day at a time, for the tree to be blessed with flowers. That day arrived when the buds appeared on the branches as tiny orange teardrops. Slowly growing bigger and opening up like little butterflies with delicate wings. But the tree discarded them.They were not strong enough to turn into fruits.
The wait began again, a few months’ time, slowly, one day at a time, weeks , months and the orange beads of joy appeared again. This time higher in number.They opened their wings again and yet again the tree discarded them.
The whole year had gone by, never ever had this tree been bare for so long. Miracles of the nature took charge, seasons changed and the tree was once again ready for blooming. Finally three flowers held tight to the stems, the stems bowing gently in their honour, supporting the growing weight. My spirits soared high, the wait was over. The flowers started swelling up like a pregnant belly, the delicate petals were starting to be engulfed and protected by a hard shell, half flower half fruit. I was going to be a proud caretaker.
It was a beautiful morning, I went to water the plants and there it was! A bare tree, as if it had suffered a miscarriage. I looked for the flowers on the ground as they never fall far from it, but they were nowhere to be found, it seems someone had plucked them.
How inconsequential the act must have been for that person? Just a fancy for orange flowers!
The same thing is true in life too, someone’s hard-work, life’s achievements, joys, pain rendered inconsequential in seconds by the inconsiderate action of another person.
Lovers promise the Sun, the Moon and the Stars; eternal love; lifelong commitment. Love elevates a person to superhuman capacities, turning mediocrity into excellence in their hearts and minds. Expectations rise, heart swells with faith in another person more than one believes in themselves. The world shrinks into a very small bubble with just the two of them.
But…can one actually promise anything to anybody when they themselves do not know, what is waiting for them in future? Can one really promise to keep one happy when they themselves don’t know what makes them happy?
Still ,we defy nature and make promises, promises for the future. Future,which is as unpredictable as life, forgetting the need to believe in today, this very moment, present which is as true and predictable as death itself.
When we love someone, it is not promises for the future that count or are believable .It is “this moment” “right now” what matters and as time passes, promises have to be extended, kept and renewed every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every week, every month ,every year and years to come.
Yes! It is neither easy nor a bed of roses.As tiring as it might sound and feel, that is what a promise means.It is a job which needs one’ s attention, focus,every breath every moment for the rest of one’ s life. A herculean task? True! That is what love is all about, one true moment at a time.
Eyes are the windows to the soul. People learn to control their emotions as they grow older and mature. Different experiences of their lives teach them to keep their feelings, language, behavior and facial expressions in check yet one look at the eyes and the beans are spilled. How difficult it is, to camouflage the laughter that does not reach the eyes, the pain that reflects in the eyes, the joy which spills from the eyes, the desire which burns in the eyes and the maturity and knowledge obvious in the eyes that demands respect. Hate someone and no degree of politeness can mask the hatred in the eyes, love someone and nothing in the world can mask the way you look at “The One”.