Wish

I long for the company of those who can sit at the bank of a river and look at the waves for hours. Those who would wonder how it feel to be a wave that travels miles and miles to kiss the shore. Those who can appreciate the journeys and efforts of other creatures. Those who can value devotion, dedication and diligence. I am sure there are some people out there who won’t get bored of flowing rivers, flying birds and colorful flowers even if they get the chance to patiently observe them everyday.

If I come across them, I’ll talk to them about the marvels of nature, the beauty in the simple things, the magnificence in the always busy honey bees, angry wasps and diligent ants.

I’ll tell them how i feel about all these little things that may seem useless to some eyes and will ask them to share their reflections with me.

I want to sit with those who can feel the magic in the leaves that dance in unison with the feeble puffs of the breeze. I want to know how others feel when they watch a train slowly leaving a station on a beautiful evening. I strongly believe that everyone carries a big treasure of unique feelings and stories in their heart. I already shared some of my feelings with you and I am ready to lend my ears to all those who want to share theirs.

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Letting the dog in

It was a usual morning. As quiet and boring as it could be. A sheet of silence covered the whole city and there were no signs of activity.

So in this way it was a common cold morning in the small city where life seemed to be on hold during the winters. Shops in the market were not opened yet and the homes looked deserted.

An elderly man who lived alone in one of these houses – woke up before his alarm clock  rang – made some tea in the kettle and went through a renowned magazine while sipping the aromatic liquid from his cup. That magazine solely published the hunting adventures in the exotic jungles around the globe and it always served as an injection of enthusiasm for this old man who had very less things to do during the day.

His daily routine was limited to buying supplies from the nearby mart, cooking and cleaning. Although he had a busy life before his retirement but now it was all that he had to deal with.

The old man slowly went through the pages until he swooped down the last sip of tea with a loud sound. While getting up from sofa he casually threw the magazine towards the empty table lying besides his bed. The magazine made a parabolic trajectory and swiftly rotated along its own axis until it perfectly landed on the side-table.

In the meanwhile the old man approached the window – completely ignoring the magazine. Whether the magazine perfectly landed on the table top or missed its target – he didn’t care. He pulled the curtain aside and pressed his forehead on the cold windowpane. If his forehead were a thermometer it would have displayed 32 degrees Fahrenheit. His gaze patrolled the street. His eyes kept moving like a pendulum from left to right and back to left but there wasn’t anything to catch his attention.

At the moment when old man was about to get bored of staring at the emptiness – a little dog entered the street. Probably the dog was hungry because his body trembled with every blow of wind. The old man decided to go downstairs and let the dog come inside.

 

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Glide

When there is too much noise in the labyrinths of mind and you feel like loosing control – then close your eyes and try to feel yourself above the clouds.

Let your arms be the wings.

Spread them wide and glide above the clouds. Up above the kites and eagles.

Twist, turn and dive.

Gaze down to see how small everything looks – remind yourself that you are alive and listen the bum bum of your restless heart.

Bum bum, Bum bum, Serce stuka, Bum bum, Bum bum

Bum bum Bum bum Bum bum Bum bum

 

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A painting

There’s an image in my mind

and i have decided to paint it sometimes

though it still lies

on the canvass of visualization

Euphoric colors scattered

in the vibrant shades of bright imagination

i cherish this painting

as a sinful obsession

For a hundred times

my fingertips have felt

its dried rough texture

and heart has marveled

its exquisite gesture

i keep altering it

to balance the proportion

and sometimes i spoil it

by daft extortion

but still, it lies in me

and i have to bring it out

…

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Mentations

Human mind is a strange city. Any question can enter it like a stranger and start living in it until getting bored and finally decides to leave without telling anyone; quietly as it came. Today some uncanny strangers entered my mind. They wandered freely and left their footsteps as they walked about.  I followed them, and here I am sharing what I found about them.

How would it feel to lose a friend who always stands beside you? How painful it would be to know that something you loved; seizes to exist?

I wonder how those people feel who know that they have few days to live.

No one can know these things completely until one experiences them.

The statues of our life are built by the various stones of gain and loss. These stones pile up on one another and keep changing the look of our life. The feelings which arise from success and failure give warmth and glow to our lives.

It’s more difficult to handle a loss as it strangles a hope related to that outcome. When hopes die they don’t die quiet, they make such hew and cry inside that it becomes hard to see the way forward.

I tried to imagine how I would react if I lose those things which are dear to me and whether it would be hard for me to bury hopes if they die. This thought process wasn’t pleasant but it helped me establishing a better approach towards life.

I imagined myself homeless, wearing worn out clothes, empty pocket, a little hungry. I realized the change in behavior of people.

Then I imagined myself alone. As if there is no one who I know in this world. I felt empty.

And then I put myself into another situation. I didn’t know how it feels to see a part of my body amputated and to find a part of me dying in front of my eyes. I imagined it.

I took off my hands as if they were gloves and placed them on the side table. Then I saw my feet unattached lying in my black leather shoes. I felt my throat drying. I kept the imagination. I went through the pain of being unable to do simple things as scratching one’s nose. I saw how the world around me changed and I came back to reality with a shudder and a realization that when you are in distress “few care, others are just curious”

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charcoal

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Whim

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Giddy up Horsey :)

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Nature is Beauty ! ! !

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Just imagine !

Hello there !

just imagine for a moment that you were given the chance to design a world, what would you have designed?

Or

if you were bestowed with the powers to change this world, which you live in, what changes you would have brought in?

Yesterday, when i did another two-minute painting of an imaginary bird; i held it infront of me and thought that:

creator should not be in a hurry at all 🙂

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