I sit by the window,
The sun goes down
The faint light of day
Giving way to the deep dark night.
I silently float
Into the realm of my imagination
The untapped chasms of my mind
Stir up a flurry of emotions
Images from the distant past
A decade gone by.
Days give way to months
And the months to years.
Each holds it’s basket of memories
Experiences to be held close to the heart.
Often pushes itself
To the forefront of my mind.
Revealing the box of wonders
That the dormant space in my mind
Wishes to make a reality.
But alas! There we go again
On and on through the rigour of a regular day
And those hidden treasures at the back of my mind
Never get to see the light of day.
One such vision
Is manifesting itself to me right now
As I put words to this paper
And wish for a lovelier tomorrow.
30th June, 2019
© Devangana Bose
কি হবে কালকে
বেঁচে কি আছি?
আরো কত ছুটব?
থামতে হবে তো স্টেশন এ
কত দূর গিয়ে বুঝবো যে আসলে কিছুই ঠিক নেই…
কখনো ছিল কি?
এই প্রশ্নের উত্তর কে দেবে আমায়
বাঁচাও, আমায় বাঁচাও।
It’s all about that one never-ending loop that we’re stuck in, is it not?
Watching one of the latest series to hit Netflix- ‘Russian Doll’ has only reinforced the ideas that constantly play in my head regarding multiple realities and resurrections in our limited (or unlimited?) existence..
What if that one moment in my life is waiting to show itself when I will constantly return to the same point to re-live it, but with a different outcome every time?
What does all of this mean really? Is there a real purpose for doing what we do or is it just a mix of random moments?
The ‘mantra’ that I follow is to live the current moment to its fullest, but is that what is feasible or most appropriate?
Well, I’m hoping to find the answers to my questions on some “day”, in one “reality” or the other!
Today I feel like a revelation happened to me.
For a couple of years now, i have just been running, making my way through the tide of societal obligations. So much so that now I feel quite breathless.
I didn’t pause, thinking that I would “miss the next bus”, and hence I never stopped to think twice about what I really felt or needed to give me some real mental peace.
Truth is, i really do think that various situations and circumstances have bombarded their weight on me. I was scared. Somehow i thought that not doing things in order for once, would upset everything for me…
But you know what? That silence, that nothingness, is exactly what I need to re-cooperate myself. I have been doing too much in too little a time.
It’s time that I told myself, Poorna, slow down. Breathe in that fresh air that your lungs have been craving for a while, and give yourself time. Time to really figure. What do I need right now? What would make me feel okay again…
It was of paramount importance
The command had been placed well in time
But now it was absolutely essential
To obtain a response…
A lockdown would initiate soon, however
With the system having one of its “mood swings”
But at such a critical juncture
How could She afford this luxury?
Of acting like a fifteen year old girl
Battling Her inner conflicts and doubts
Knowing not, which way to go.
Is it really such a time in civilization, Joe wondered
When the weight of emotions that the system feels
Is heavier than those of us mere beings?
Every now and then,
I do contemplate.
I sit and wonder
Go over all of it
Every little detail, aspect
Of my insignificant, yet significant
Little piece of life
A solitary being of no consequence
In this vast, vast universe
Am I actually just a grain of sand?
Or do I really possess the power to move a mountain?
Leaving my footprint etched for newer generations
To carry on the legacy of the old
Indeed, it is a strange, strange new world.
#sundaymusings #muchphilosophical #justmethinking
It’s been raining incessantly since afternoon. Watching a Korean romantic drama film, I fell asleep on my bed, losing myself in an entirely different world. I don’t think I remember what it is that I saw, but it made me feel calm and peaceful. At the close of the day, towards the evening, I noticed the steady drops pouring down outside my window, accompanied by quick and sudden flashes of lightning. Within a matter of half an hour or so, darkness fell and I realized it was time to get up and go about some other tasks.
I still needed to finish watching the movie. I had reached about the mid point of the story, and was unaware of the turn that the tale was going to take. It started out as a happy couple meeting each other, marrying and facing marital obligations but then it took a turn that made it much more poignant and touching. Just before I restarted with the film, I was informed that my grandma was feeling unwell and unusually low. I saw that my parents had already gone downstairs to check on her, and I followed.
Went down, and sure enough, I saw her in her usual stooped stature, unable to find her way to the bathroom and constant complaints about legs shaking and aching. My mother was helping her in doing so, but that is when I realized yet again how helpless we are as laymen, not knowing a cure for such degenerative disorders. Moreover, a symptom of the disease Parkinson’s is severe depression, something which I notice every day in dida. Yet, there is hardly anything I can do, apart from occasionally spending time with her, cheering her up in whichever way possible. I have been thinking of restarting the habit of reading out fictional books to her at night and also solving the Crossword puzzle in the newspaper by reading out the clues to her, a hobby she practiced till just before losing her vision. Whatever it is, I must find a way to justify this terrible act of the Almighty upon the life of such a good-hearted and jovial person…
I looked out of the window at the evening sky
The myriad shades of orange stared back at me
A painted picture in the massive expanse
Was breathtaking, almost difficult to swallow in one gulp
You had to savour it, like having your favorite sweet dish
One bite at a time..
The best part, the dusk presents it’s hues each evening
Bright and beautiful shades in the clear sky
To enthrall you and elevate your senses
To a level from where there’s no looking back…
There emerged from the abyss
A shimmering light
A glow so bright that it could dispel the deepest depths of the ocean
It was indeed, a ray of hope
The glimmer of a new day, of the sky’s offering to the naked eye
But it all came and went by in a flash.
It was after all, a train tunnel…
And the moment was just a fleeting one,
For the Jakarta Express rushed into the bright light from the depths of the tube
Which offered only a deep black vision
To the gazing eye.