I shall now go into hibernation...

One always tends to associate a tornado or a storm to magnificent power. However when this ink began to spill itself into a hopeful meaning on this white sheet  (somehow natural things just conveniently flow towards the harmonious meant to be...also i consider the heart to be untamed wise nature- still untainted by the sheer comical foolery of humans....(you may want to read the original sentence again before reading on....probably would have forgotten what we were at...))  , it flowed its way into associating powerful to absolute calm. Strangely enough most faces people imagine powerful tend to mask adhesively volatile and restless souls- there you go....that human foolery again...

So why am i bringing this up now?? Perhaps because i recently met this woman- so CALM. She doesn't say much - but has breathed out such vivid emotions (more than any other human I've come across recently for sure)
that they strolled their way through to the very core of me and nestled in the deepest corners to consume me - to complete me.

This was again like this puzzle (i have
absolutely no idea what this business is with me ending up with puzzles again - i really must go back into indulging in one) where things within me were missing - more so ones that i failed to understand...
But when this puzzle was solved, one also realized that she doesn't NEED to understand these pieces because they aren't meant to make any sense as they are - only the eventual whole picture really matters...

Now this woman again, her aura somehow turned each abstract existence into a mustard field of possibilities. This same old world with the same old things and the some old life magically turns into the world of Narnia where one is whether in piercing pain or glorious ecstasy, the life of curiosity enthusiastically lives on...
even frolics around...
even dances on.....

And that is because one hasn't exhaustingly stretched herself through the past years and has that abstract physiological (you know the one consisting of the semi metaphorical so intense almost made literal heart and gut and the space where you feel that lump in your throat) capacity to take a step into a the possibility of the strangest realms.........

I see her honest smile, but not her face...
I see the wisdom in her eyes, but not her eyes...
I know the courage in her soul, not her form though...

unless of course one counts the familiar serene mist in the mornings. Now now, winter ain't just a passing season....
(People have often told me that i write beautifully but they often fail to understand it. For the benefit of these friends....That woman is a personification of a season....guess which one??)

And now that its winter, time for some hibernation don't you think? My rationality, fears and hatred say their solemn last prayers before going to sleep (good kids little them). Now by the law of equilibrium someone must wake up too in order to maintain the cosmic harmony ( a little random thought that playfully darted to my grey matter- harmony ain't just about peaceful balance - it also refers to a beautiful music out of that peaceful stability). So yeah, someone must wake up too in order to maintain that harmonious existence of the universe...who shall it be??

Oh wait..!! i think i just felt my heart breathing again............
:D

How about existing a little??

Being a drop that's driving the forces of a whirlpool (since there wouldn't be one if a million precious drops weren't coming together to form all that water) and being thyself driven along with it...
What is it about anything that is tumultuous that makes every thing associated or involved more alive... more existent??

Imagine waking up to read about a random planet surrendering to annihilation ( death en wrapping a sense of devastation) in a far off solar system. The meaning of it involves only a little printing ink, a few moments in our quiet thoughts, a few words and perhaps an insignificant conversation if it may be called so.

Yet, if that random planet is mockingly replaced with our own dear earth, those few leisurely moments would disturbingly turn into a theatrical race of snatching, pouncing and slashing the three daughters of Zeus ( his 3 daughters are believed to represent time...my fellow readers of tithonus would know) who in their innocence of wild play swarm about the gardens of earth leaving behind screaming ashes of burning death along with each maidenly footprint.

It only takes a little more putting together ..a little more seeing- like a puzzle!! Remember those young afternoons when a piece of puzzle was examined in every position or context in relation with every other piece or aspect? And just sometimes a randomly particular combination though incorrect managed to present a peculiar picture worth drawing our attention.

Similarly, only if we cared to indulge ourselves in a little more puzzle solving, we might see things that we otherwise would be blissfully ignorant of. Apologies but I happen to be that curious cat who risks her life for its sake rather that a believer of being blissful in ignorance. And its not so much risking in the first place- just a little waking up...just a little more thinking...a little more living...a little more being.

However, since most of us keep our distance from such ideas and prefer to be stubbornly and if i may add stupidly blind to these, the potent mystics of nature take it upon themselves to bring together the major pieces of the puzzle and throw a dauntingly glaring picture into our faces...

Sadly, it takes another individual (in this case-the mentioned mystics) to address us for us to realise that we exist. Just mere breathing seems insufficient to shake us to our existence.

Why must we continue to meaninglessly and purposelessly fade away the acknowledgement of being...??
Feel thy existence...know her...and then respect her and give her all that she deserves.....
And if a grand devastation on a specified date circled on the calendar reading 21st December, 2012 is what it takes to sting us to wake up a little more than our minds- perhaps that spoilt insistent lazy heart- so be it....

Becoming...

Water.....without any words...without any hopes...without any efforts or meaning.....just absorbed with sheer existence...a complete essence of its own....

And then we say humans are lucky to be humans, we have the power to perceive....perhaps it is so....but in a much different light...

Perhaps we are the only ones who can perceive- not because we are superior, but because we are most ignorant...and terribly need to learn so much...to feel so much....to absorb so much....we need the pores of perception so that our parched empty hollows can be filled...and gradually...a drop of a moment trickles down to heal the barren inside us with its meaning and leaves behind that remnant trail of sometimes sweet yet sometimes bitter sweet memories....which in either case still are so much more than void...and with each such drop our barrel is enriched with a morsel of all that is unknown...no wonder we often hear the voice of our hearts telling us "I never knew this feeling before...."...

Our supernatural selves (yes I believe all of us have one within us).....silently waits for us to be filled.....and when we know those experiences...those emotions...even our own core.....when we know all that we are meant to... we attain that completeness...and these personal angels drink it all in.....but like a magic....we do not become empty this time.....the essence of those millions memories woven into one entity continues to haunt the space and the satiated souls drift away to unknown realms.....and this is when we lose our "power" to perceive....and that metaphorical parallel merges into one.....in harmony with those elements of nature.....its strange how it really is that moment we attain true existence which we consider takes it away from us.....

we become one of those knowing elements who need the pores of perception no more......without any words...without any hopes...without any efforts or meaning.....just absorbed with sheer existence...a complete essence of its own....