I have heard stories

I have heard stories,

from our parent's times,

when they were younger,

living a different era.

They lived in villages,

untouched from developments,

roads difficult to access,

surrounded by dense forests.

The places now being cleared,

farmed for fruits, and vegetables, 

were once territories of wildlifes, 

predators like tigers & bears.

Elephants roamed freely,

causing havoc to the pastures,

with communities being alert,

keeping vigil against dangers.

Still, they were part of adventures, 

children & adult working together,

collecting woods, foraging resources,

traversing through the jungles.

It was risky, there were casualties,

they have to strictly follow directives,

gradually expanding village boundaries,

shrinking borders of forested areas.

I have heard stories,

with a hint of loneliness,

of the subsequent loss,

in the quest of development. 

For now, there's nothing exciting,

those spikes of the adrenaline, 

seeing the glimpses of wildlifes,

every task becomes thrilling. 

They say we fear

They say we fear,

meekly follow others,

but truth is much deeper,

for, we are very clear,

to protect peace of mind.

Not many dare,

take risks without care,

living in the moments, 

letting emotions steer,

ignoring the consequences.

We are not scared,

but control our impulses,

knowing the priorities, 

responsibilities we bear,

to obediently accept directions. 

When we have enough, 

not struggling in our work,

it's natural to avoid conflicts, 

and maintain status quos, 

to preserve harmony.

They say we fear,

but it's sign of maturity,

of making adjustments,

being part of society,

for, rules and regulations . . .

Are binding for all!

We become villians

We become villains,

In someone's else story,

More so, when disappointed,

From conducts, & activities, 

Holding to beliefs,

Pursuing certain dreams,

Which sometimes clashes,

With other's perspectives,

So, let's hope to find,

Someone who harmonize,

Not enforcing their ways,

And open to our thoughts,

Willing to share space,

Understand & experience,

Things together.

Ambivalence

It's difficult to conclude,

when opinions are renewed, 

evaluating someone's actions,

which constantly moved,

sometimes good, sometimes bad,

being on the spectrum,

I struggle with emotional ambivalence. 

Holding mixed, opposite feeling,

Of respecting the good qualities,

still being wary of toxic traits, 

displayed through their actions, 

and I am confused to interpret,

caught between mental tug-of-war,

wanting to avoid it altogether. 

One can acknowledge the intellect, 

certain beliefs, gestures & talents,

but we can't ignore the patterns,

inconsistencies seen in decisions, 

breaking away from the paths,

that build trust, deepen connections, 

for they impact things long-term. 

Ambivalence . . .

When stripped of the comfort,

of sorting them into categories, 

no one is only good or bad,

their nature being multifaceted, 

still, it's not easy to lower guards,

having seen their unpredictability, 

so, I appreciate, but protect boundaries. 

Synthwave aesthetics

There's something nostalgic, 

listening of these beats,

accompanied by cinematic, 

from 80s era retro-futurism,

my heart is hypnotized, 

by synthwave aesthetics.

Music with vintage ambience, 

analog synthesizer, reverberated drums,

along with repetitive bass rhythms, 

creating a sense of motion,

instrumentals evoking atmosphere, 

mesmerizing with the vibes.

It's a powerful experience,

anemoia, a world we haven't lived,

paired with neon-drenched wireframe,

they trigger certain emotions, 

which were hard-to-pin down,

making me perplexed.

Being both cool and melancholic, 

like heart yearning for something

which is there, just out of reach,

a bittersweet tension forming,

dimly lit streets and cityscape,

evokes a sense of quiet solitude.

Synthwave aesthetics . . .

Transporting me into childhood, 

when world felt deeply mysterious,

and I explored, eyes with wonder,

vast starry skies, pristine landscapes,

letting my imagination go wild,

listening to the beats of synthwaves.

Sillage

You arrived like a breeze,

rustling through heart's leafs,

swaying to your voice.

Displaying that charming grin,

it took little for you to win,

capturing my attention. 

Sillage . . .

The door is clicked shut, 

still your presence remains,

a warm drift of perfume,

evokes tender emotions,

our brief meetings, 

not enough to satiate,

so, I savor sensations,

from your lingering scent.

The silence of solitude, 

lights up a conversation, 

which I wished to have,

and to bare my heart,

for, I want nothing more,

than to standing beside you.

Sillage . . .

I watch the aroma fades,

desperately grasping remaining trace,

knowing tomorrow you will return,

still want to retain beloved moments,

stirring emotions, even if it's faint,

giving me a nudge, to accept . . .

These budding feelings!

P.S.

Sillage : The scented trail left in the air when someone wearing perfume walks past or leave the room.

The power to transform others

What transforms,

skeptics into believers, 

breaking the walls,

reaching something deeper,

connecting with their souls.

We have heard stories,

such hermits and yogi,

living a simple life,

still impact profoundly, 

into global communities. 

It's not just charisma,

to bind their followers,

but to grant the freedom,

to embark on own journey, 

following their purpose.

Those who have encountered, 

devotees, rationalist, intellectuals,

have shared their experiences, 

of receiving unconditional love,

leading to dissolution of ego.

For, modern life is transactional,

entwined with pride, shame, desires,

our darkest of thoughts and flaw,

are making us weak & vulnerable, 

forming distance between hearts.

So, when they meet sage or mystics,

making them feel exposed and seen,

without judgments, or hurting feelings, 

accepting unconditionally their being,

providing safety, psychological release. 

The power to transform others,

is not hidden in magic or discourses,

or wisdoms shattering defenses,

rather following a life of simplicity, 

with universal messages of existence. 

Love everyone, serve everyone,

And keeping faith on humanity,

displaying absolute humility,

interacting with surroundings, 

leaves lasting impact on society. 

They are not comments

They are not comments,

but sincere concerns,

we are not prepared,

suggestions are not welcome,

leaving behind mixed feelings. 

People can have opinions, 

share harmless observations, 

not aware of our situations, 

putting us in predicament,

expecting favorable response. 

We might act with defiance, 

become cold and distant,

sometimes changing subject,

to avoid feeling awkward,

still it touches a raw nerve.

They might be intentional,

using sarcasm or ridicules, 

finding joy from misfortunes, 

rubbing salt in the wounds,

when we show weaknesses. 

Still, they are not comments,

when spoken with good faith,

we couldn't address the issue,

so lose temper or make excuses,

rather than acknowledging.

 

Two steps more

Not everything goes according to plan,

delaying our journey, hurdles on paths,

having stoppages, detours, reversals,

building frustrations from setbacks. 

Two steps more . . .

When heart want to shout,

blame others by finding faults, 

let us control running thoughts,

pause, observe, reflect & understand. 

Our expectations want things fast,

but such hurry, not make them last,

we need to act how situation demands,

being prepared to tackle challenges. 

It feels uneasy to change the route,

making adjustments, newer approaches, 

still, they mattered, letting us walk,

towards the goals envisioned. 

Two steps more . . .

These hardships won't last,

sooner or later, find better options, 

avoiding errors from undue haste,

a little delay won't affect the cost. 

So keep striving,

No matter what happens!

Some mood varies

Some mood varies,

Between being awesome,

And being a victim,

While realities are nuanced,

Impressions are temporary, 

Which need to be sustained,

Through honesty & consistency, 

For, that would decide,

The quality of life,

Not just instant gratification, 

But something fulfilling,

And blissful.

P.S : Be grounded, don't let emotions control us.

Such emotions are important, but according to time and place.

When dream dies

Are hope lost,

when dream dies,

like life's investments 

lost in few tries,

pushed into despair,

how one rises,

facing the setbacks,

choking back cries.

We have seen many, 

withdrawing from the society,

being deaf to loved one's voices,

and drowning in self-pity,

when they face failures, 

as they compare with others, 

bearing burden of ambitions,

prone to negative impulses. 

Yet, there are also individuals, 

who have strong foundations, 

keep rising again and again,

overcoming every challenge,

being focused on their goals,

still flexible to changing times,

adapting, evolving, reinventing,

never falter from growth mindset.

So, are hope lost,

when dream dies?

Or it's our perception,

that conjured lies,

and we need patience, 

nurturing perseverance, 

to tide over difficult circumstances,

and reach their destination. 

Antarctica

The center of the earth,

still seldom given importance, 

in our popular narratives, 

we never discuss in details.

Antarctica . . .

This cold, frigid place,

an isolated landmass,

seen on the maps,

but plays a big role,

in maintaining climate system.

For, they directly connect,

regulate every ocean basin,

as Antarctic circumpolar current,

linking Indian, pacific & Atlantic,

act as engine for deep waters,

manufacturing dense, coldest water,

to be spread northwards across the plains.

Antarctica . . .

The planetary heat sink,

reflecting 80% of solar radiations,

from vast white surface (albedo effect),

maintain earth's thermal equilibrium, 

while absorbing 40% of carbon emissions,

the ocean conveyor belt transports heat,

by driving global thermohaline circulation. 

So, let us be grateful,

for the researchers who discovered, 

bringing governments on same table,

sign Antarctic treaty to prevent colonization, 

and Madrid protocol, banning exploitation, 

working tirelessly to protect . . .

The heart of our planet!

P.S. It played a big role in discovery and repair of hole in ozone layer.

Time compression

There are times we look back,

only to realize years have passed,

but for us, it's only yesterday, 

as if we are stranded on path,

and others keep overtaking us.

Time compression...

A phenomenon we experience, 

when we remember days past,

events seemed to have rushed,

like acceleration of clock hands,

leaving nothing for us to reflect.

For, we have lived similar routine,

not many surprises, challenging stimuli,

to be registered into our mind,

while past, present and future,

synchronized, like parallel lines. 

And brain, being an efficient machine,

creates limited template, discarding details,

where weeks and months of data,

being compressed in single generic file,

showing glimpses of how things were.

Time compression...

We feel uneasy, might regret,

of not doing enough to reminisce, 

for, period of few novel events,

were needed for increasing density, 

of memories in our storage.

Like, learning new skills,

traveling somewhere unfamiliar, 

meeting different people,

acting as cognitive milestones,

and anchors, in mental timelines.