Musings

  Memories Memories are strange They always exist in past Past keep becoming distant Adding layers, adding complexities what do we remember? Is forgetting a choice How do we forget What memory becomes insginficant who decides what we remember Life is lived in memories Imagined, reeled, real Created, fabricated, manipulated Life is nothing but memories

  Silhouettes Life is often lived in silhouettes In the moments where exists light and dark where exists the sun and shadows In the zone of memory and nostalgia A nostalgia lived in the present coming from the future A rupture not lived but imagined in time oscillating between present past and future In the zone of Silhouette lived an unlived life.

  Silently these trees witness time They are the keeper of time Relationships weaved, knitted and knotted Memories created, lived and deleted Time, lived in analogue shifted to digital Silently observed the protests succeed and failed Saw innumerable people come and go they stood still, with ravages of time They are the keeper of time Waiting for others to come and go Seeing the digital time lived through devices Seeing the shift from books to e-books Longing for a person reading Pride and Prejudice under its shade Silently seeing new histories being made Trees are indeed the keepers of time.

  Wonderful world of images Life lived in shadows in a quest to understand outside from inside inside from outside the overlap between the two multiplicity of meaning lived with joy.

  A place where the sky meets the earth A place where unfulfilled promises are made A place where the curves of the road are steep A place where separation meets a new beginning the sky silently hugs the silent being the silent being filled with the sadness envelops the mists of the time.

  The longing to capture something far The lens zooming deep the deeper we go there exists a blur I kept striving  The lens knew my objective but knew its limitation Capturing the far stayed a distant dream Far always is far and the desire to stay close to it will also stay far.

  Complicated existence Filtered emotions Jargonised sun Silences of the words said brewing storm for the unsaid Love rooted in compassion gives way to despair Despair rooted in anxiousness creates a way for compassion The cycle continues and the winds continue to change.

  Words written on water Carried by winds spreading the message of the beauty of existence of temporality of  time of songs written and forgotten of loves lived and unlived of words said and unsaid of meanings made and unmade of life lived and unlived On the banks of the river sits the couple making the time eternal On the banks of the river a person is cremated culminating the eternal existence On the banks of this river I write this song Of joy and sorrow of love and happiness

  Beautiful sunsets A gateway to another day A culmination of a beautiful day With clouds of thoughts with drops of sorrow with winds of joy with memories forgotten anecdotes overwritten comes to a close A sunset lived in time A sunset lived in memories

Whispering willows carrying the whispers of time lived and unlived carrying with them the anecdotes of happiness and sorrow Amid the silences of the silent hills  

  Often, crossing paths where reality blurs with moments lived and imagined.A road to everywhere which leads to nowhere. Yet traveling to a destination which is somewhere. Where is the nostalgia of the past, is it lost? Did it exist? Or is it the web of present eternally enmeshing time and space. which, is, and ceases to be...

  The sensation to live, spring giving spring to the steps and singing myriad songs of love and forgetfulness.

  Window of the lost memories, nostalgic remembrances, shelter of the time which ceases to be, nest of hope, wings of desire, in the mad rush, a calm opening, without a change harbinger of change...