They didn't run

I have seen them come,

to the ones deserving, 

who give time and attentions, 

display genuine care in actions,

through benevolent intentions. 

Many have tried and failed,

being too hasty or excited,

creating stories in minds,

that empathize with creatures, 

occupied in natural habitats. 

For, there are hidden motives, 

rationalized with exaggerated approaches,

which startle, frighten, alerting species,

activate their survival instincts,

to guard against imminent dangers.

Yet, there are something special, 

seen in compassionate individuals, 

as beings are drawn to their energy,

sharing some leisurely moments, 

provided with treats and affection.

Trust is priceless,

one can't expect it with force,

requires dedicated efforts, 

not just bribing with food,

for them to come closer...

Forming deeper bonds.

And it's indeed an achievement, 

when they didn't run.

Joie se vivre

I aspire, to truly enjoy, 

feel moments with glee,

where soul experiences,

blessings of being alive!

Joie de vivre...

Carefree and spirited,

heart dances to the beats,

eagerly waiting for arrival,

whenever our day begins.

When mundane become exciting,

we can see sparks in our eyes,

be it smell from fresh air,

or aroma of tea or coffee.

The flowers in the garden,

few glimpses of wildlifes, 

a stroll in the evening, 

observing daily routines.

Our life can be challenging,

making us prone to negativity, 

but nurturing sense of wonder,

helps us to navigate difficulties. 

For, when we appreciate beauty,

seek the best of world's offerings, 

nothing can break our convictions, 

change our ways of perceiving things.

Joie de vivre...

I have deep admiration, 

for the ones achieved proficiency, 

consciously following these lifestyles, 

supported by their surroundings. 

Opia...

The languages of gaze,

a conversation in silence,

where moments intense, 

define rule of engagement.

Opia...

Sweeping you off your feets,

I don't even have to speak,

come closer, look into eyes,

you are in for a treat.

Pardon my intrusions, 

I will be diving much deeper,

to the depth of your soul,

from these windows opened.

I know you are scared,

feeling vulnerable to attacks, 

but my intentions are pure,

filled with affection & care.

Don't hide, lay bare secrets, 

allow me into private space,

I will accept flaws you despise, 

and celebrate, qualities prized.

Opia...

These intense sensations, 

it will be two-way communication, 

breaking barriers of hesitations, 

we will forge true connections. 

Uncomfortable for a while,

getting intimate with time,

as boundaries dissolves,

when hearts mesmerized.

P.S. 

Opia : intensity of looking someone directly in the eyes, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable. 

 

Lassi

Comes summer months,

we need this refreshing beverage,

made from curd and sugar,

quenching our parched throat,

while hydrating body.

Lassi...

Having ancient roots,

mentioned in Ayurvedic texts,

as yogurt based drink "dadhi",

for cooling & digestive properties.

From north to the south,

regional varieties, global recipes, 

it resides in most Indian hearts, 

whenever we have cravings.

Tradional ones were frothy,

being churned in wooden madhani, 

while thinned with added water,

flavored with spices, sugar or salts.

While people know Punjabi Lassi,

Malai Lassi from west and north,

everyone enjoys Mango Lassi,

few are aware of regional varieties. 

So, let me share favourites, 

originated from my location,

Lassi having secret ingredient, 

making is special for us residents.

The base being thick & sweet curd,

with generous pouring of Rabidi,

then garnished with toppings,

of cashew, cherry, grated coconuts.

Lassi...

Let's celebrate this healthy drink,

while exploring regional influences, 

tasting originality and innovations,

and finding relief, these summer months. 

Who are you?

When wise one asked,

for deeper conversations, 

we were left perplexed, 

by awaited confessions.

Who are you?

I am a professional, no...

I am certain upbringings, no...

I am unique personality, no...

I am hobbies, my interests, no...

I am my desires, dreams, no...

I am a material body, no...

I am spiritual entity, no...

I am universal consciousness, no...

I am divinity, experiencing life, no...

Who are you?

Am I fixed sets of data, no...

Am I continuity of narratives, no...

Am I an observer, of dimensions, no...

Am I frequencies, finding cohesion, no...

Am I space, for quantum expansions, no...

Am I a product, of evolutions, civilizations, innovations, projections, no...

Who are you?

Something that truly defines,

not just a conceptual cage,

but provides honest description, 

that is not bound by narratives, 

being provided with alternatives, 

but a complete explanation.

Who are you?

An ever elusive source,

or an ephemeral pattern?

Lüften

It smells musty, 

the air goes stale,

when windows not opened,

and room remain sealed.

Lüften...

A ritualistic German practice,

of airing out their houses,

for, being well-insulated,

they retain moisture inside.

With high CO2 concentrations,

we are exposed to VOCs indoors,

while our activities and routines,

build up humidity and moisture.

All these gases and odors,

with breeding ground of molds,

create dangerous conditions, 

for our health to suffer.

So, we need to open doors,

unlatch windows for ventilation, 

welcoming the flowing breeze,

ensuring adequate air circulation.

There's might be some concerns, 

of letting dust, or pollutants enter, 

while harsh climate or weathers, 

making it harder to practice.

Lüften...

In the era of sealed architectures,

we can utilize it as our solutions, 

Like Stoßlüften, shock ventilation, 

Or Querlüften, as cross ventilation. 

PS. 

Lüften : German practice of airing out a house.

Stoßlüften : Open window completely for 5-10 minutes. Allow quick air exchange without chilling the window.

Querlüften : Open all window and doors to create a draft. Replaces indoor air in few minutes.

CO2 : Carbon Dioxide. 

VOCs : Volatile organic compounds emitted from paint, carpet, furniture and cleaning supplies.

Fibers

There's so much about nutrients, 

we have gain insights these days,

but sometimes we overlook things,

which are as important to the body.

Fibers...

They are the regulators,

play supportive role in digestion,

as soluble or insoluble ingredients, 

needed by metabolic systems.

Soluble fibers,

it's like a sponge that works,

by slow absorption of sugars,

and binding to cholesterol.

They help carry nutrients,

while prevent spikes of insulin,

being vital to energy stability, 

by dissolving in water in our guts.

Insoluble fibers,

they remain relatively intact,

acting as broom, influencing movements, 

adding bulk to our stools,

speed up passage of waste & foods.

As primary food source of gut microbiomes, 

they play significant role in healthy systems,

soluble fibers get fermented to SCFAs, (Short chain fatty acids)

strengthening gut linings, improve immune functions.

Still, we are creating imbalance,

by limiting our diet to narrow spectrums, 

too many fibers causing bloating & cramps,

whole too less, damages gut microbiomes. 

So, incorporate fibers in our regimens,

protect cardiovascular & gastric symptoms,

with fruits, vegetations, legumes, berries,

while being accompanied by water intake.

Tacenda

What everyone knows,

but no one acknowledges,

occupied our hearts,

still difficult to express.

Tacenda...

How could I convey,

weight of my silence,

of pushing boundaries,

by losing patience. 

A rebellious soul,

that values consensus, 

fighting for my wishes,

without fueling disagreements. 

Then again, not many understand, 

want to dwell in deeper conversations, 

finding no gain, in welcoming views,

that were contrary, tragic or profound. 

May be, there's no other way,

it's better to maintain balance, 

voices can cause disruptions, 

being considered hurtful or improper. 

Tacenda...

The weight of the unsaid,

that remain buried in psyche,

I wonder, what holds in future, 

if I laid bare, every aspect?

Gadha, you donkey...

Gadha, you donkey...

Stubborn and lazy,

keep wasting energy, 

in useless things,

never been meant,

to assist your journey.

You don't listen,

being so slow, immovable, 

as people take over,

name, fame, responsibilities, 

while your family cries,

for some sensitivities 

Gadha, you donkey...

Becoming reliable laborer,

to some companies, 

surrendering your dreams,

hopes of dear ones,

as a proof of your loyalty. 

Your endurance is praiseworthy,

but you are prone to be exploited, 

by pushing people's burdens,

till you have exhausted capacities,

making your personal life suffer,

and destroy, treasured relationships.

Gadha, you donkey...

Living in extremes,

being hardworking or lazy,

but in truth you are occupied, 

striving for peace and security,

making you model person,

that keeps this society running.

Name it to tame it

"Name it to tame it"

How difficult it is,

to convey it properly, 

the emotional turmoils,

lost in obscurity,

making us react,

to explode or escape, 

before attaining clarity. 

Affect labeling, 

as termed by scientists, 

wise ones also advice,

to observe mental activities, 

channeling our thoughts,

into something good,

reflecting on internal battles.

When one carefully observe,

take time to articulate feelings, 

and vocalize them in words,

which explains with detailing,

it opens communication lines,

when heart & mind aligns,

through shared vocabularies. 

For, people are not telepathic, 

and we are prone to take sides,

by making unnecessary scenarios, 

when not provided with evidences, 

so, we need to learn restrains, 

with specific inputs for experiences,

express it with precise wordings.

Dispirited

Nothing do do,

nor do I want to,

life feels gray,

hardly moves,

I am dispirited...

I see the blaze,

which once burned,

till this life,

take rough turns,

consuming my energy.

Might be insignificant, 

unworthy of attention, 

still participate strongly, 

in paralyzing thoughts,

halting my progress.

Outside, the world turns,

and time marches on,

unmindful of my state,

making terms & conditions, 

for ones who followed.

The stasis is gnawing, 

but extremes can be harrowing, 

realities requires making concessions, 

where obligations replaced, 

space for dreams & passions.

May be, it's natural, 

or part of something existential, 

but right now, just my heart,

feeling low, losing hope,

being dispirited...

Having complexes

What name, should I give,

this deep-seated feeling of inadequacy, 

doubting potentials, my abilities, 

putting a ceiling on dreams seen.

Having complexes...

There are traumas, pressure from society, 

also weaknesses, changing my tendencies,

with negative self-talks, constant criticisms, 

eroding confidence, shaking beliefs.

It's not always about incompetency, 

there are influences in my upbringings, 

creating distance from normal conduct, 

by passing judgments, or comparing.

I am aware of these aberrations,

seeing reality in distorted perceptions, 

still feel helpless in changing directions, 

being prone to emotional amplification.

Having complexes...

I don't deny the hurt,

but want to overcome narrations, 

accept shortcomings & setbacks,

as means for the growth...

Of my personality. 

No matter how much time it takes!

Diplomatic communications

The more we refine,

decorate words to avoid conflicts, 

We erode the very foundations, 

Of mutual understandings.

Diplomatic communications...

At first glance, they win hearts,

tactfully advancing their interests, 

navigating through sensitive sides,

without instigating, exposing problems. 

Yet, such cushioning of messages hinders,

when our clarity is exchanged for comforts,

hiding truth in layers of strategic ambiguity,

providing options of plausible deniability.

For, safe terms won't usher the change,

while words, keep losing its meanings,

trapped in mazes, covered in linguistic fog,

we no longer feel, weight of the facts.

There are confusions, struggling for conclusions, 

without honesty, encouraging projections, 

of our fears, biases, personal opinions,

influencing tides of important decisions. 

Diplomatic communications...

As our society proceeds in these directions, 

I am apprehensive, of intellectual stagnation,

lowering frictions, but building resentments, 

of polite distancing, without productive disagreements...

Wasting precious time, stalling our progress!