tête-à-tête


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Its April of 2019 and Day 20 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Foreign word/phrase a day and 8 line poem for it.

Word/Phrase: tête-à-tête
Language: French
Meaning: a private conversation, a face-to-face meeting

Poem:
the night is dark,
the blanket is brown,
talking me to dreams,
tucking me in sheets,
diving into characters,
defining new roles,
tête-à-tête,
me and my soul.

Interpretation:
A calm and composed talk to within self is the best listener around!

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Ab initio


AtoZ2019A

Its April of 2019 and Day 01 of A to Z Challenge. I am doing Foreign word/phrase a day and 8 line poem for it. 

Word/Phrase: Ab initio
Language: Latin
Meaning: from the beginning, from the first principles

Poem:
because, then god said,
your taps run water,
your cans house food,
your supplies contain bed.

because, then god said,
there is a map,
the dreams are naked,
ab initio.

Interpretation:
God has given most of us, from day 0, the basic supplies(which is the map) and naked dreams. Are we fighting the right? Are we fighting the sufficient? One has to opt between dying with naked dreams or dying with matured fulfillment.

Fungus on Bread


 

Amidst the sleeps, we put together some shits and call it ‘life’.

For those who are lucky enough to have a comfy bed, they warm it up, wrap it up and most probably even waste it all up.

Not able to sleep?
Insomnia? Internet connection? Love? Alarm? For a change can it be ‘Passion’ that does not allow to sleep?

The Hot, Lukewarm and Cold
While some are struggling with sleep issues, many others just don’t want to sleep. A 15 year old kid with 8+ years of programming experience is topping the world coding contest leader board while another engineering graduate is struggling to understand a sorting algorithm.

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Lukewarm?
Yeah. That isn’t always the want. Some needs to be served while hot. Serving a lukewarm at cold-in-need isn’t good either. Who teaches all that?

None!
But most life things that pass the ‘hot’ stage are useless. The reality check demands for the button that one never comes easily.

The Periodic Departs
There is a part in us that is dying every day. ‘Play’ will die one day. ‘School is all I do’ will die one day (or dead). ‘College life’ dies another day (or already). ‘Work Life’ dies to retirement. Enthusiasm would die one day. Laziness? Never. Postponing things until the ultimate finale will die too.  The learner? That should never. There is not even a delta small difference between one who can read and doesn’t, and who cannot. As long as we are living, we got to let the unnecessary things and only that die.

Beauty and More, Deepity Deep
Unless, Unless, there is a dedicated time put to something, one can never see the beauty of it. Beauty is not at the outset. It’s not inner too. It’s very deep inside and reaching there takes great time. All prodigious things take time. They need dedication. They need commitment. They come with ‘I am sure you will never understand’ happiness.

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Everything matters and that said, nothing matters too. It’s all dependent on where we decide to give time. What’s the use of inspiration when the journey is already made? Sure there is way ahead but why was it not through the way already traversed? When you hear from your dear one telling ‘It’s okay’, smile and say to yourself that ‘It Isn’t. One got to come back real and big. Let’s agree and accept the fact that mediocre isn’t good. No. Not valued.

 

Class

“Life is a learning space”

The Timely Dreams
Dreams come in various forms. There will be a stage in life where nothing seems impossible. That is why the school autograph books are so special. The constraints come in and reality takes a bite. Right or not, we settle. Settle for less. Pick the obvious and let go the specials. Against all the odds, no, there aren’t any odds. We just create them. When we need someone to blame, we pick and create the odds. Dreams are meant to get bigger with time. They are bound to get crushed. They might get crushed only to grow further bigger.

The Tale, Classic
Opportunities’ is a timeless classic tale. We got to make our life stories special through them. It does not matter how others see it. If it was well utilized, it’s going to bring the showers one day. When they are at hands reach, hands must be full. And oh, there are hundreds available and a patiently explore can color the grey.

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When was the last time you celebrated a ‘dark circle’?

 

Voids of Detachment


“The thin lines of thick happiness between attach and detach”

It is not necessary that life has to present us with void giving us the opportunity to fill  up something. At times we stand responsible to create a void.

Life cannot be without the people we care. It’s this attachment that adds meaning to  life. If people change and if that attachment is only bringing the pain, it’s certainly best time to de that attachment. We all have our limits of care. If the person at the other side expects more freedom and that is what the new happiness is, then that is when we give away with it.

This is when we create a void for our self. We cannot keep destroying our self for the  care we do for other. This is one of most difficult forms of void and can easily destroy  one. But that is inevitable and the need. That void is essential.

There is a difference between going to depression and going to void. When in void, one will create a space and find a new love. As an unusual change, loving thyself could be it too. It’s not easy. Certainly not. But it is the inevitable. It’s not easy doing a work solely for self satisfaction, with no expectations of some one’s appreciation. It’s not impossible as well. Anyone who says is doing it, is not actually doing it. Self Satisfaction things are mostly unsaid and unknown.

If there is no one ready to accompany for a movie, then it’s not about complaining, it’s about watching something else reachable or going alone. A popcorn or cold drink is always a best company. We are not here to force an idea. We are here to find the other who would agree to our idea of fun. The inner acceptance of this reality is the actual idea of fun.

Have you ever got a cake for yourself on your birthday when you knew no one else would possibly get it? Or when you just wanted your favorite cake for your birthday? Nothing can stop one being happy on one’s own birthday. It’s these little things of pleasure that eventually makes the life beautiful. Be in it.

Welcome the void!

More at: The Void

Beyond Dreams


Dreams are the most quite things. You don’t talk or think about it a day, they silently disappear. They don’t feel bad even if you don’t touch them on for years. They are the most humble and modest creatures created ever. They prefer low talks. They prefer to stay behind the curtains for a long time. They prefer to show up only when they find meaning.

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When we embrace them, they are the most joyful things. They bring the world together. They make one see the most meaningful things of life. Something unexplained, something larger than life.

Dreams are as well dramatic. If we are not talking about them on daily basis, then no else is. They die soon. When they die, the best part is ‘nothing happens’. Nothing changes. No one mourns. Thousands and more die every day. The one thing which everyone is most successful at is killing dreams.

How many have you killed so far? How many can find a life again? If you are not talking about it then no one else is.

Dear Society!


This poem was guest blogged in Jyotirmoy’s Blog, Racing Against Time.

 

One has to study, because neighbour’s kid does,
One cannot dance, because no one near does!
The wealth, the class, the mass, that was,
The discussion of groups, of – such an ass!

While many dreams die, burst inside,
Fire within and chaos the internal,
No one hears the unheard howling cries,
But everyone hears the amplified factual lies!

When one has the competence, other gets to do,
When one cries with skills, other laughs in disability,
Once there is a gender, once there is an age,
Ask me not what stops, there is so much rage!

As the deceased diverges, Intellect shatters,
World looks hideous and the water cries,
Like a half carved statue, undefined shape,
One stands ugly, while the meaning cries.

One got slapped, other harassed,
Another was followed, someone was raped,
One got mocked, other made feel ugly,
Another was back-stabbed, someone was fired.

The cries of pain, heart with dark stains,
For all the things dared, the darkness itself scares.
The regrets are strong, never felt so wrong,
Did not know why, where life seems a lie.

Things never understood, never explained,
Hidden in the smiles are darkness and fear files,
Numerous masks, never no one to ask,
For it is ugly, taking darkness into the team.

Never saw the sunshine, or what it actually meant,
For only could rent, a deathbed just fine!
In the end, came all, looking at the fall,
Only words they sell, “Sleep Well!”


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When the Dreams Cry



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dreams

When the dreams die,
Burst inside,
Flame within,
Chaos the interior,
With unheard howling cries.

When the dreams die,
The deceased diverges,
Intellect shatters,
World looks hideous,
The water cries.

When the dreams die,
Is like a half carved statue,
Undefined shape,
Just stand ugly,
And the meaning cries.

When the dreams die,
Tears decide to stay in,
Finding inner more beautiful,
Silently dries,
While the heart cries.

When the dreams die,
Rest is all Babel.