Facetime
One a day… In any way, shape or form!
2020
Of Words And Visuals
I open my journal to write my thoughts.
The lines, instead of falling into a neat cursive hand, elongate themselves into birds and flowers and animals… It’s like my language is finding a different story… It’s not interested in what happened yesterday, or other long drawn out tales of living, like a good journal should be.
It is more interested in what fills my heart.
I question its timing… Like, can’t you wait till I get better paper… Better pens… A well-thought out composition? But it doesn’t care… So a scene pops up on ruled paper, I know it’s not going anywhere, I know it’ll stay within the folds of this diary to be forgotten soon, like the hundreds of others that have pushed the words out of the way and grabbed hold of the visuals… Quite like an erstwhile Charlie Chaplin movie.
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When Water is more than just Colours or Lillies
It is a blossoming of a completely different kind…
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Pomegranates
Sometimes nature
Surpasses itself
Like when it mixes
the right colour
For beetroots and
Pomegranates
Hollihocks in ink
The ink bleeds
Into petals of Hollihock
Lending some seriousness
To its cheerful
disposition
Pug Pleasure!
Motu has taught me the joy of sitting around flowers, at his level.
Not the sophisticated opportunities of being around a vase elegantly filled with hand-picked beauties, but the ‘son-of-the-soil’ types, where one barges into a blossoming flowerbed head-on, dislodging and dispersing fragrance in all directions…. Smelling leaves too, because everyone smells the flowers, duh!
So, as he sits amongst flowers, smack in the middle of them, trying to pass of as a daisy, … I linger nearby, sitting on grass, inhaling appreciatively, the subtle delicacy of sun in winter and the blessing of a playful pet, one who teaches through example, what it means to enjoy the ‘simple pleasures of life’.
