I create a home, everyday

This print is perfect!
Do you remember, this was purchased from that place?
Livens the mood with beautiful shades; this vase will go beautifully
near the fireplace.
 

This is a beautiful painting!
Who wrote that poem?
This rug ties the room together.
Isn’t the pattern unique? Yes, it’s Samoan.
 

You have such a beautiful house!
You have a great aesthetic sense!
You keep a clean house!
I have a lot of help, in my defence.
 

It’s a museum, full of memories.
A memoir of visits, relics of those days.
Emotionally valuable, beautiful days.
Movements of my thoughts, display of their ways.
 

A studio would be better.
I would rather create; a minimized collection.
Only a display of my tools, my space.
my finished works; ideas in motion.
 

Experiences guiding those tools.
The process of creation guides an incident.
Entirely new, new to me.
Why cerebration, what sentiment?

This is the home I wish to create.
No place for collections of the past.
Present in present will be a present,
No hope, no regret; each day recast.

That One Person

I sometimes wonder why we are the way we are,
If a god did create humans in its likeness,
they left an anxious mark.
Maybe humans made a mistake to drag themselves out
of the oceans and climb down the tree.
We were better off swimming in the ocean without knowing
that we could erase the lands guilt-free.

Building systems around us
saying that we are creating methods.
Great satisfaction when it forms a full circle;
confusing systems with rhythms present.
Child becomes a parent – what a pleasure!
Waste becomes food – miraculous nature!

Circuits, orbits, revolve, rotate,
We want an intact round trip.
This is no wonder why
we are so afraid to just trip.
I wonder why were we created this way,
so cautious and anxious about our lives.
Till I met someone,
who gave me a hint why.

In all families one is born
in their usual circumstances.
Usual childhood, usual upbringing,
nothing ‘special’, no madness.
and then “Just cannot follow, cannot listen”
“You wish to help, do it like us”

With energy stamped out of them,
they lose their will to live.
Second-hand lives are all they crave,
and a system gets built.
That one somehow creates a glitch
with their force; shining with all
their dynamism and continue to live.
 

No systems, no round trips
can contain their selves.
That one person keeps going
till the circle becomes a point.
That point becomes a creation,
and the circle is dispelled.
 

This is why we are the way we are,
anxious and habitual.
To create that one-person
so luminous and vital.
That dynamism reveals what it takes
to realise one’s likeness;
to become a human idol.

What we are

It takes a remarkable depth of
effort to recognise effort;
beauty to find beauty;
pain to see pain;
genius to perceive genius;
humility to see humility.

It takes a profound breadth of
ugliness to find ugly;
shallow to meet shallow;
pettiness to behave pettily;
hatred to spread hate;
pride to see pride.

It takes an abundance of
anything to see it in others;
To have it within us
to find it in others;
To see in others
is to see in us.

We need to have it in self
to see it in others;
that malice, that violence,
that brilliance, that piety.
What we are is what we see
in ourselves, in others.

Arrayed disorder

Buzzing and wiggling in the calm,
Nothing coming to a rest.
Chaos reigns the present.
Movement is riotous; replete with
unrest

There is no direction,
Growth is nonlineal, non-linear.
Inherent primal genius born.
Created has an order, with afterbirth in
cinder

Chaos breeds creation
Order pushes created
Evolving within chaos; expanding with order
Creation pushing created; Chaos and order
mated

Peak

Calming my breath to bring focus
at each step in front of me.
Not on the peak, not on the person ahead of me.
Just the next step is where my focus would be.

I look up and my head swims,
fear creeps up inside.
No amount of preparation seems enough
when the goal is in sight.

Fear starts to swell,
growing and it expands.
Legs shiver, feet tremble,
thoughts arrive in my mind.

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Comfortable Jeep, Enfield so royal
Leather-fur coats and jackets.
Seeing far-off, difficult to reach places,
Mountains have never been so cordial.
“How beautiful! Trees boreal!
The waters are sparkling clear!
Colours green and blue.
I’ve never felt so surreal!”
Sunrise is celestial, sunsets are classic,
All colours feel real.
New perceptions arising due to
a break from the habitual.

When I am my age

“When I was your age
I had to live a certain way,
do certain things,
behave a certain way.”
“When I was your age,
I was already there,
doing certain things,
Following a certain way,
Struggling and trying,
This way or that way.”

Now, I am my age,
I try differently,
No interest in history.

Context is good-to-know,
Helps acceptance grow.
Knowledge of ways is good-for-info,
Great intellectual limbo.

Skies

The skies are not afraid
when birds soar high.
When sun spreads yellow,
when clouds cry,
the sky remains mundane,
prosaic and dry.

Sky has never demurred
of the birds puttering around.
Never once complained
of the elements
spotting it’s vastness,
drawing patterns across.
Sky never screams in agony
when the thunder rips it apart,
It remains unambigious
letting the cloud do it’s part.

My beautiful mansion

I build mansion in the air.
Thoughts like the wind.
Swaying my hopes, the sands, the clouds,
Hoping for my weather patterns to take care
of the blueprints and wherewithal.

My incremental actions,
create gardens around the mansion.
Manicured gardens, natural landscape.
The winds spread the seeds,
in the fertile lands.
What grows, trees and weeds.

Antinomy: Irony of Words

Surrounded by words, people as words
Ideas as words, actions as words
Nothing to feel, only words.
Only talk, only babble.

Sadness in words
Happiness in words
Twisting, modifying
Aggrandizing, astonishing
Complicating, simplifying.
All words, all talk.

Hope as words,
Despair as words,
Nothing is felt,
Nothing is experienced,
Only words.