Illusion

As balmy waves, andlofty tidescrash ashore…We draw feelingsoften alike in their depth,yet disparate in form… Pleasure is one suchcalming the eyes and earsInspiration is anotherclaiming the mind and soul…Lost in the script of nature,we assume the elementsand their core and purpose,just nourishing our desires… Like a veil separatinga comic’s rigorsand their patron’s joy…A latent façade…

Journey

We move into new placesWe touch new experiencesBe there a rhyme or reason,to fix a crunch or just rise…It is the factual physical journey. We often meet others,some alike, some contraryWe could be decisiveyet feel unsettledWe could feel committedyet feel desperate…Emotional journey is complex. We let the mind drive and buildconstructs of infinite forms,A dream,…

Vagaries of Chaos

Within the realms of art,there’s crisscross of lines,a mishmash of colors. Beholder partakes a journeyof absolute normal.Normal is an illusion.What is normal for one,is mayhem for the other.Imagination dawns with no order,grows with limitless liberty,transcends and lives with chaos Butterfly…a symbol of nature,an epitome of beauty,is chiseled with symmetry.Yet Butterfly Effect…a result of small causes,an…

T(ouch!)

It was six months ago, at the dawn of new year,I wrote – this year might be rather uniqueWhile that was an intuition within numerical optics,Boy…in hindight it did turn out quirky Waves of adversity swept ashore,drowning every city, every cultureLikes of which the modern society,may have never dared to fathom before May the cause…

2020

Quoting an enlightened soul – “In human experience, the time that planet Earth takes to revolve around the sun is a way to guage what we are doing in this world.” Every one hundred and one spins around sun, mother Earth propels us into a new year, of unique number scheme… The onset of last…

Through Absence

In the rising of a formidable antagonist, that the power of a protagonist has value; whatsoever be its physical or philosophical stature. It is omnipresent, and most often taken for granted just by us, Humans… Only when plunged – even couple feet deep – under water; that we dearly miss air. They aren’t abundant, but…

Abiding Brilliance

Life is… about forming habits; good or bad, is one’s own choice; Life is also… about holding virtues; highest or lowest, it’s known what ain’t a vice; Life is, more often… doing actions and reactions; former is rarely proactive, latter is mostly instinctive… An actor bears the burden, of forming, holding, and doing; one more…

Say cheese!

If the Touchbar in MacBook was ground-breaking, the triple-cam in new iPhone is nerve-wrecking, and earth-shattering… Oh Apple! You were the pioneer, of suave build, and minimalistic design… With the previous one,           the Roman numeral came,           and Home button went;          …

US Open Diaries

“Once you find that peace, that place of peace and quiet, harmony and confidence, that’s when you start playing your best.” – Roger Federer The Citadel Arthur Ashe Stadium in Flushing, New York – a magnificent octagon structure towering in stature and Tennis history. It is truly an embodiment of that place in Roger’s quote….

Writer’s Block

A bottomless down,to a prior sky-high up…A tide that soared,quietly crashed into shore…Like the orange and purple horizon,gobbling up the sun,hour by hour,just to devour… Paper would stare,pen wouldn’t dare,Minutes would tick,cursor would just blink;There’s a moat betweenthem and you! May you dare to jump,might you build a bridge;You can’t fail to hear,their one anthem… …

Is a new name long overdue?

You are going on a business trip and waiting to board a plane. You look at the seat map on your phone and discover your favorite wide window-seat in the front is now available. A few taps, and you are confirmed to give your legs a few inches of extra space. Then, a brief scan…

Home

To the waves it is the shore, To a toddler it’s the toy store… To a baby, it’s mother’s cradling hands, To a bird, perched on a tree is her nest… Sun rises and journeys tracing an arc, when sky turns orange, it goes back, for the Moon to leaves its own abode, and go…