A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away.
Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
Sunday, October 30, 2005
What do I know
I do not write for what can I write words feel pale passion they know not
I want to stop for where should I go paths lay shrouded markers I see not
I want to live but life lives there in hiding are answers to questions I know not
I felt a knowing for a fate unseen life is this knowing yet, this moment, I know not
Krishna must have visited last night. He must have. There can be no other explanation for it.
We are ordinary people. We live a perfectly average life. And then today morning, as I went to hug Chamiya (Chamiya is our cow you see), she wanted me to write her journal. She would dictate and I would write!
I hear your words and silences too, they mingle in me swirling like whirlpool
Is this where I got sucked in where I lost my being . Sleep, food even breath became a burden I cared not, for living
And then... I walked light dropping all bonds. Is this where I left you too, is this a beginning - my passion? II I hear your words and silences too, they mingle in me swirling like whirlpool. Is this where I got sucked in where I lost my being . Sleep, food even breath became a burden I cared not, for living. I want to walk light dropping all bonds. But in this freedom, dear passion, won't I be leaving you as well
Why do questions make me feel isolated. Are they meant just for me. For me to form, seek answers to, perhaps re-form, perhaps recognise that what I thought were the answers are not so; that they are still a belief or something that someone has said.
How I wish I had someone, someone to share these thoughts with. Someone who understood what I was talking. Perhaps he too had the same questions.
The sharing is not to get a validation but perhaps a resting place, a safe haven. Somewhere where we could be just ourselves; where there is no need to appear sane/insane, no need to have a front; where rambunctious laughter lives side by side with no-reason-tears; where "I dont knows" are as numerous as "knowings" are few; where feelings are intense and yet one feels like a rock.
When children see adults giving instructions contrary to the way they behave, very valid questions arise within them. I heard some questions from a girl who was reacting to the adult world and ....
Wide spaces wild and beautiful colours, scents, textures strewn.
Light danced in and then some sound instructions were blasted, like a loose bloodhound.
Teased by the world you set out to figure it. Forming perceptions ugly and deceptive.
Dear questions, please wait a bit Answers will bubble they live within. Some will be right others may mislead But follow your heart, live life as you see fit.
