The Way Back

When you have a storm of thoughts rushing from the strands of numerous stretches, all you want to do possibly is to wrap up in the bed and cry. No kidding. That is the only best solution to grace and embrace the letters from the old. While the senior misses their college days because the work life sucks, the freshmen still want their pre-university and school life finding them a lot more soothing. While the new sucks and old glows in the repeating times of cyclic sweet disasters, all of us are stuck in present-past love-hate dusky dilemma. 

I have been told that the animals at the far across forest have been making weird noises. I have been told that the ice-caps have been melting. I have been told that people have been given with freebies. I have been told that technology has cheated ample things and has never been dragged to the court. I have been told that perfumes have got weird fragrances. I have been told that the tribes have been dancing to the jungle song. I have been told that everything is a lie.

Amidst the dusky-dilemma and everything-lie are untamed ‘us’ looking for meaning and sense of wrapped prose and poetries. The scattered mess that is promised to be arranged one day, the dreams that are aimed for one day, the milestones that are set for one day, the trees that are growing for one day, the time that is waiting to loop back one day, and everything of that is looking for a way back.

If it was meant to be gift wrapped, it will be gift wrapped. If it was supposed to be a lie in proven rules, then it was a truth with the made up rules. If it was mountain, tree and water, then that is the order. If it was sun, day, moon and night, then that is the never ending loop. If it was a memory then it was the moment. Every if has an if that is fundamentally the same, not seen the same, not repeated the same and not celebrated the same. 

Sometimes, you read a page that is a story and at times, every line is a story. If you know, you know.

Way back? Yes. I am looking forward for it.

Reality is an Enemy

Its April of 2020 and Day 18 of A to Z challenge. This year, I am doing Metaphors. Be it a movie, song, painting, book, idiom, etc. I plan to give a perspective to it with an explanation and a 8 line poem. 

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Metaphor: Reality is an Enemy

Truth is harsh and so is reality. There is no known documented origin for this metaphor, but, and hence, I would like to go philosophical. We all start living in universe that we create a version of, for ourselves. We all build expectations and an image of what we see and what we put into our space. Reality is wonderful. Equally terrifying. Then, there comes a time, when reality shows up!

The thing I like about this metaphor is that it associates reality to an enemy. It means we are all living, with the lost true identities. We never want to see the reality. The policies, procedures, protocols, etc. are mostly away from reality. They are only to please the plastics. And we are plastics.

Poem
The beauty you appreciate,
Is ugly for me,
Ugly you,
Even from the inside,
But why can’t I accept it?
Shout it loud?
Stop the play?
Reality, an enemy.

When you know the truth, when you have to live with it, ugly or not, definitely an enemy. Welcome, reality!

People Who Make Sense

Warning: This one, comes with lot of commas. Pause there, and then proceed.

‘Completeness’ is not an everyday feeling or may be it does not even qualify as a considerate feeling. Completeness is a temporal expression and it would lose its essence if so not the case. Let’s ask this question ‘Is anything in life ever complete?’ Let’s just leave it there hanging as any further exploration would still be incomplete.

We are not meant to make sense in every universe all the time. A leap of faith longish conversation might be totally a load of crap to the third. Though we paint the picture of everyday life with varying emotions, they seem stupid the very next day.  In an optional debate where we can agree to disagree, let’s pick and point something in specific.

In the random weird world where most times are lethargic and lackluster circumstances, the shoes always mismatch. Sometimes it’s the sock. Then there is tie as well. Handkerchief might be missing or the top is too tight or the color isn’t just right. Like said, we are not meant to make sense all the time.  

Who does? Who makes sense? Who ‘makes’ sense? Or who makes ‘sense’? Making sense is somewhere somewhat associated to completeness. This completeness does not come easily from within. It mostly is an effect and affect from the surrounding we have built. Those we have prioritized. Those, whose words we have made influence our life.

People,
Who make sense,
Hold your hand,
Take through the path,
Where thus far you felt,
You walked alone.

People who make sense are seldom found in our zone of comfort. They are ‘by and large’ randomly shuffled along the corners of the world where we are never expected to look over.

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A meet with the most comforting person, where you barely spoke, still gives the utmost satisfaction; they are the people who make sense. A friend with whom you continue a conversation effortlessly that started months ago; they are the people who make sense. A busy friend, who manages time to talk to you, is the one who makes sense. The one, who understands the words the way you mean it, without being explained, is the one who makes sense.

That one friend, who knows that there is nothing called bandwidth that needs to match, is the person who makes sense. That one conversation where you talk things where they don’t look related to others but you make a perfect sense out of it, is the person who makes sense. The one whom you can trust even with the dark shadow of theirs is the one makes sense. The one who promises to make it, though they know they can’t and still tries to their every best to keep it, is the one who makes sense. That one, who thinks of you in every happiness and otherwise is the one who makes sense. The person who makes sense is the one who knows the real meaning of life and they help in defining it and without them, the definition is never complete. Those, who go beyond priority, they are the ones who make sense. They don’t stand with you for benefits, but instead they stand with you because that makes sense to them.

It will make sense when you know the quality of work is the one that matters the most and everything else is artificial. Nothing is built by only accumulating. It also has a falling downside. Things will make sense when you easily let go the fall-down side. It is sensible enough to know that there are fools around. It makes sense when you know that work place is a work place and give it the appropriate space. It makes sense when you know how expectation works. It makes sense to sit alone at times and think of nothing, still meaning everything to you. It makes sense to be neglected. It makes sense to be mocked. It makes sense to put something which makes sense only to you. It makes sense to ignore the judgemental thoughts. It makes sense to be in the race and run it like you always wished for. It makes sense to give up, never turn back and walk away. It makes sense to step for right.

Right.
With a presentation of incomplete list, how much of sense do I make?

 

Don’t Be Surprised!

Dear Me,

One fine day, someone might take your photograph, crop and edit a few things and share it saying you have a cancer asking people to like and comment. Don’t be surprised. Just like you liked a photo shopped snake with three heads, you will have to like this too!

One fine day, someone will start spreading all bad things about you. You might never know how they will convert one of your treasured memories to a rumor that will burn you right from heart to mind. Don’t be surprised. You will have to accept your story just like you believed and accepted someone else’s story.

One fine day, you will hear bad stories about your favorite hero. You might not easily trust them. You will start searching for things which say, that was not the truth. Sit back and think, was your behavior the same when you heard bad stories about someone whom you did not like. Don’t be surprised!

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One fine day, one who made you smile, will make you cry. Accept it the same way, the very same way you accepted the smile. Don’t be surprised. You are crying only because back then, you had smiled.

One fine day, you will feel alone. You will feel there is no one for you and you are on your own. All your thoughts get trapped. You will feel a few things have started making sense at the moment which once did not. Don’t be surprised. Everyone goes through this. But not everyone shares it. Intelligent ones know that it is a passing cloud.

One fine day, you will get humiliated. People, who used to laugh at your back, now laugh on your face. Though you show it out with smiling face, you heart sits inside like a questioned monkey. Don’t be surprised. Accept it. You have laughed once too.

One fine day, life will bring you realizations. You will understand what ‘mature’ means and the true essence of it.

One fine day, you will fall in love. Really! Accept with open arms.

Don’t be surprised!