Claymation

Life takes us down its own course, a surprise at every turn, a shock at every halt. And the only common factor I note between yesterday and today is the total cluelessness with which I take life's ride in the stride. At moments, a few, when I stall and think about what is unfolding around me, the shape that life has taken, I wonder if we are after all just that. Pots of clay, rotatin fast on the wheels of the potter, letting the soothing fingers of the master run through us. Pain, there is, in some of those moves. But all to the end of moulding our lives to something we know nothing of. A tomorrow to our today that we might not live to watch. A shape to the mass now that resembles the earth.

And how much of perfection that is eventually achieved is dependant on the resistance we give to that external force. Or should I say, lack of resistance. The more we hold back, the stiffer the clay, the sloppier earthenware, I believe. An honest though, approves my head. It is this understanding that I take forward, to let the highness run his hands through me once again, to shape me for the new day. Closing thoughts are that of distant amusement, awe at the novelty in life I suddenly see and a strange inkling of excitement at what is to come.

Of Friends and Love!

Very recently, I lost another friend to love and I should add that it hurts. The shift from being a friend to a good friend to a lover is such a smooth transition that you barely notice when you ride over from one court to the other; Or, in my scenario, when you have committed the sin of tempting your partner to move. And more surprising than this is the hard truth that the direction of move is biased and the ease with which one moves up is drastic compared to the reluctance with which we move back.

And even on finding our way back to a previous role, whatever the reasons driving that may be, I don't think the ground is the same any longer. The uneasiness that lingers on, swift fleeting glances that mean a million things and speak not a word, brings with it a sense of eerie with it. It is a state where you are no longer together but are still around, trying to build a bridge across the overflowing river. An extreme sense of urgency to cover up the cracks in the china, that you so willingly chose to break a minute back.

It is in such times when I am forced to think which relationship I value more, the coveted role of the beau or the closer than life bonds of a friend. In most cases I think I would pick the latter. Most cases, I say, because of the bitter tastes that I carry in my mouth from the past. I choose to build a basket of good friends and keep them there, than let transitions snatch the treasured away, only in hope for a better tomorrow.

Tomorrow and the thought of it has become something of a repellant to me of late. What ignorance would make one sit and idle away time in hopes and thoughts of a tomorrow that we are no sure of than the love we promise to the other. Irony, I should say, that we spend today in hopes of a tomorrow we want to live. When all that it takes to change it to our suit is living today to the best.

As the winter fades away

Fresh out of the previous night, I stare out in the open at what the world has to offer for today. The sight that swarms me pleases me in more ways than one. The dew that sits tiptoed on the leaves, leaves a tipsy effect on my eyes. I see trees fight with strong opposition to sneak out their best buds and leaves; I see victory all around me. Every being around me that breathes, seems to have taken the cold wrath of the winter in a profitable way, taking home a bounty of learning. The battle against the fury of the season that is fading away has left everyone stronger at heart, ready for tougher battles to rage ahead in life.

As I look on, I see the white of the winter taken over by the white of the flowers. Harbingers to a summer of bright colors, these are the perfect farewell to a period of quiet, an apt welcome to times of activity. I stretch and relax, knowing that good times lie ahead. As much as there might be doubt and obscurity in what lies ahead, the shape that the world has taken between yesterday and today tells me that higher beings have a better plan in mind for us lesser mortals.
when I see a smile on every face and a song in every heart, I wonder how much of what we are or what we become is molded by our vicinity. A huge amount, I infer, for the same mind, teeming with morbid thoughts of despair and hopelessness elsewhere, saw rays of hope in every sway of the breeze here. A strange array of thoughts, prospectives and possibilities, run through an idle mind. That's what I would say is a variation from times past, a glimmer of hope or a minimal ray of hope.

Yes, Life is moving ahead, on the fast lane but brimming with fervor and excitement, a roller coaster of sorts.