Wanting Execution

Some pictures remain latent
Some jigsaws incomplete
Some ideas, still nascent,
Some dreams, not replete.

Some pathways extend from by-lanes
In the old mind's new furrows.
Buckling in cobblestone pathways
To the edge of a beanstalk
Or the end of a rainbow.

Some wishes pop into the garden
Of a bright day's best face.
Juggled by the harrows
In the rocky field's edifice.

Some actions go a-begging,
Some resolutions, snapped in two.
While alleyways are opened
For fancies, strong-willed and true.

And herein, tossing and turning,
Wizened passions seethe in the turmoil.
Worn and spent and weary,
Send their siblings a-churning.

The molding execution
Under the brunt of persecution
Retains her fancy colors
And mutters a few curses
But no more.
Jerked before the threshold
Whence dust and work
Would dress her down
She folds her arms
In the deep relief and mild chide
Which are the gift
Of ignorance.

Comments

Clandestine

Sometimes we wait too long, To speak our minds. We let lingering truths linger, We let sporadic clocks, chime.. We allow patient seams to fritter away Like a sparrow does with the timber of the tune That she was shrouded by; shrill words tearing Ears, each word she utters, careful, today. While the first day it was a free reign, until Some unctuous winds carried to her, criticism. Just the same way as copper utensils in a house Of steel, are anyone's delight, until bronzed, With wear and use, both are the victims Of sundry needs and glances. Just the same way, some things, Are stowed away in careful pockets Because they have borne a lot of perusing When kept in the open. Like love. Like hurt. Like envy. Like silence. Trust and truth are two things I can list, That are given, that are l'habitude. I tell the truth because it is, it exists, It is what I perceive, it is what I've lived.. And I keep your trust, because I've learnt That it'll help you keep mine, it wil...

Predictability Plays Spoilsport

"Comfort's journey from the familiar to the unpredictable..." In the age of AI, if you are an AI Engineer like I am, you would swear by predictability. It's indispensable. We will find patterns in your genetic tree. We'll find them even in your whim of a Gulab Jamun or Barfi. We'll try to connect dots that are distant by miles. Yet, I'm here to tell you that we cannot afford predictability today. Sounds crazy and totally contradictory right? But I can be weird. I'm here to tell you about randomness. I want you to experience it too. Well, you're smart people, readers. I may not be as smart. You know why we can't enforce patterns. Someone will read them. Someone will exploit them. Someone will feed them to an AI (Tool) and figure out what to do with them. You see what I mean? I'm being random. Randomness is not entirely useless. I want to be equally random. I am stupid, gullible, naive and I'm wandering... You can say that I can be ...

Threads of One Fabric

We are all threads of one fabric- The fabric of the human experience. Embroidered by effort, dampened by tears, Emblazoned by ambition, creased by anger- We are all threads of the same single fabric- Which is the fabric of our human emotion. Emotions that flow, those that can't Those that sneak away, waiting to be discovered- And those that comfort us In times of distress. We are drawn by our emotions like puppets tied To a string- becoming caricatures in the live play Which is our every day life. And yet, it is These emotions that define us. You, me , everybody- Tied together by shared experiences that are Composed of shared sentiment. And yet, pangs of doubt refuse to depart- Is that which I'm feeling, justified? Is it alright? I say to you- I think every feeling has a place. Yours, mine, theirs, everyone's. It's got a role to play. So don't hold it back, pin it down or push it away- There's a definite reason that it's here for you today. Differences defi...

The Happy Wanderer

Search This Blog