Just around the bend
listening to none
I traverse those depths
wears a milky gown
of winter frost
dubious saunter in
deceiving silence sends
I deduce a connection
with my unseen roots
An unseasonable lamp Stays my side, As rays of the sun And shimmers of the nights, Reassuring words of love With her hands in mine! Like the touch of the wind On a scorching day, She is that touch wood Amidst the decaying logs, Making space for me to not seek more but enjoy the lesser!Continue reading
The word “wee”, the prompt for SoCS this week, led me straight to a YouTube video. “The lion sleeps tonight” is my go-to song whenever I have a bad mood. Having watched both versions of “The Lion King” movie, this is one of my two favorite parts of the remake. Weembaway (YouTube link to the song sequence; embed available at the bottom) – at least that’s how I pronounce it – is always joyful to listen to as well watch.
The last time I watched this song, it gave me quite different vibes than the usual. Maybe, what I saw was influenced by my state of mind.
When the ambiance around is good, so many friends stay around the singing Pumba and Timon to enjoy the music. But when in danger, only Timon stays. Even if he can’t help Pumba, he’s the one who encourages him to run for life – “Run, Pumba, Run!”, “I’m coming, Pumba. Hang in there”, he keeps calling as he himself is running. Also, Pumba doesn’t fail to warn his friend even when he’s in a trap – “Run for your life”, he shouts and only then starts his run. Maybe moral support is what we all need in life!
Nala interrupts the best scene in the woods. Life is always such, pulls a brake when everything is so smooth and happy. How easier life would’ve been had Nala not entered the forest! Maybe that’s the perfectly right time or the perfectly wrong one. Who knows?Continue reading
Getting lost in the infinite connections with tiredness of a feeling that’s both joyful and heavy is scary to imagine. Knitted in mystery that offers me no directions, I manage to get lost in your world even if far. It feels good when, after astray, I see rays of light where I could find you waiting at a home that I feel mine.
“Do I look like the mini version of tender coconut?
No, I’m not.
I’m that unlucky fallen fruit nut of areca palm“.
“People of my family are usually tall.
I’m mature; but still dwarf.
That makes me cute, isn’t it?
That doesn’t make me inferior at all.
I’m special in every way.
You can’t preserve me.
But sure, you can adore me“.
Our death wish:
Now that we are to die very soon, we’d like to convey something. Continue reading