Cant pot it right? Pour it out!! -- True Love 3

I am a dumb person in a room. Pure white all around, sparkling white marble floor, walls painted in rich white. I am left to feel comfortable. No one here shall feel hungry or thirsty or sleepy.

They dance around in peace as if in a trance. They think I am a nerd for I don’t dance along. I would love to But…..

I have a gold fish in my hands. I am trying to save it in the little water in my hands. I run across the room as people make way for me. But I do not find a tumbler to put this fish into. I don’t find a tap or a sink around. How long can I hold this fish safe? The floor is slippery. I cant let the water in my hands drop on the floor and let people slip hence I am putting pressure on my palms to hold them tight together. I cant hold my hands together so tight any longer. What can I do?

Half of the little fish is already out of water. I see it is going through the pain after which it can no more feel the pain. Instead of letting my hands leak in silence and people slip over it unknowingly, instead of torturing the fish with short breath, maybe I should make a brisk move to throw away the water in my hands. At least some who notice the brisk action shall stay away from the spilled water. Let it spread to dry up fasr. Time shall wipe it off soon. The death of the fish is inevitable.

Even if I hold my hands together tight till my last breath, I would be holding a dead fish, some people slip out of the water leaked. I cant even dance in the prejudiced peace. I would get all the frowns and raised brows at me once I do this. But without doing this, I just cant make any further moves. May be after the cranky looks, I may stand a chance to dance. May be in a corner but I have unloaded the burden. May be sometime down the line I may dance with grace that shall turn their heads to the corner I am in and who knows? There may be a way into the crowd again.

When you cant pot it right, just pour it out and face it. Time shall put you in awkward situations, frowns or a furnace but time shall also be the current to drift you across them. If not anything, you shall achieve being truthful to your soul that you can never hide from. If you do not know what it means, fall in love with honesty. There is divine pleasure amidst all the chaos.

Thunder

I am in a bad mood today.

I want to yell loud to the world around and tell all at once.
I want them all to listen.

I want cry out my pain.

I see the sky is doing just that.

The thunders are loud.

Just that loud that I want to tell everyone around.

The sky is melting down.

Just so much that I want to cry for now.

The only difference is the thunder speaks a different language.

I wanted to speak in a language everyone understands.

Grrrr…. As there is no common language here,

The thunder chooses a different language.

Thank you Thunder, for speaking on my behalf.
Thank you skies for crying for me.
I feel content now.
With the feel of being pampered I retire for today.

Witty Tweet

Amidst everyday rush for mush … I suddenly wanted to sing and I started humming and singing the following lines. All random, I really dunno how or why all these fell out but I just wanted it going and so they go…..  I heard SOS from the silence of the night and did not want to cry SOS in the day. So I choose to keep it just in writing… It was a great unwind for me.

Ask me why?

I would give Reasons a hundred tons.

Ask me what?

I have a few in my bag.

Ask me where?

It is in the flow of life.

Ask me how?

I would explain it the amateur way.

Tell me now!

Why is the sky blue and high?

Tell me now!

Is it first the egg or hen?

Tell me now!

Do I know you really well?

Tell me now!

What can I be doing next?

Fleece it up!

I don’t want your condolence

Fleece it up!

I don’t want to reveal it is me.

Fleece it up!

Wish you never know the truth.

Fleece it up!

Until I flee from here.

Rush around!

That is the last apple pie.

Rush around!

I am running late to work.

Rush around!

This is the protocol of life.

Rush around!

For life is not too long.

Don’t let me know!

The calories in my snack.

Don’t let me know!

That I am now worth your count.

Don’t let me know!

That I shiver on the thrilling ride.

Don’t let me know!

I could be the next one fired.

Don’t tell me!

That I look just sixteen.

Don’t tell me!

That my head is greying fast.

Don’t tell me!

I am the best one here.

Don’t tell me!

That my song is boring you.

I wonder what,

Is making me sing all this now.

Is there at least one?

Who can really enjoy this.

Pardon me

If I irk your ears.

Let me know

If by chance you enjoyed my song.

Explaining my work 2

After having heard funny comments on piece of art in my previous post, I now want to explain its depth.

Before that, here are some funny explanations,
Explanation 1: There is a leaf falling with an eye open wide, I put a ladder to catch it. Unable to reach it, feeling closer to Sun, I tried to touch the sun. Burnt I fall down. There is a net they arranged to catch me. Another friend countered it said, when I am falling burnt, will the net to catch me not burn?

Explanation 2: The painting means, “Me, eye and a dot”.

Explanation 3: An eye is unable to bear my creativity and so starts sobbing. Sobbing … sobbing … it gets angry and tears warm up to be fire.

My Explanation:

The majority of the painting deals with greens and blues, the major colors on our globe. So its about our world practically.

On the top left corner you see patterns like tracks. A smooth track diverging out and other two lines converging to form a smooth track. Out of these four line, the second and third are parallel lines. You see spirals indicating whirlpools all over the painting. In life, destiny stirs so many whirlpools. We expect something could be a smooth path and later realize it is diverging not to be so. Expectations went wrong. Something that seems impossible, eventually materializes into a smooth path. In-between our failed expectations and nightmares coming true, we still stand with lot of energy and hope as long as we live. A hope that our expectations turn true or a hope that our mindset orientation may change to align with what we define as success.

Often we run redefining milestones. Indicated by the close parallel line on the right top corner. They may seem something to you but not much to the world you belong to.

You may look with eyes wide open, Bad times may curse you with fears to blink your eye. This may fade the whiteness of your eye. This is indicated by the light yellow shade. Reeling about bad times may build pressure, forming red tributes in your eyes. Indicated by the black spiral and redness in the eye. Tears may tear the lower brim of your eye pouring your tears out. You might be right, wrong, aggressive, compassionate, strong, mild, triumphing, trembling ….. Even if you are set ablaze…. You are just like a falling leaf in the vast ocean. You might have a real problem as true as fire and feel the world you live in shall help! but, it may be a drop of fire into the ocean. The ocean remains blue and the waves shall raise and sink the same way.

The blue untied net is indicative of two. 1) If you assume you are falling and want the world to hold you.... Alas! not always! please help your self.
2) There would be a few traps in life that we form or get subjected to. Please reserve energy to breakthrough unless you make a choice to live in it.

“Learn to harness energy from hallow to harshest. Nothing can break you then”

Art!

I want to share this before it is lost.

I could not understand what modern art is all about. Probably I still do not understand. I may be a novice in art and amateur in this, yet I do. Sometimes I feel proud of my works, sometimes not. But very often I find the piece to be worth trash when complete. May be seeing it repeatedly make me feel enough of it. When it comes to modern arts/ abstract arts Oops! What do I call my art? Well I customized art to be a vent for myself. I encrypt a secret. It gives a sense of calmness, when done. And this time I am not vile of it. For now, I choose not to reveal the secret of this painting. But sometime down the line I shall. Hope I enjoy doing more paintings like this.

The Best so far as people call it!

I love to show it around and listen to the funny comments people make. I am made to feel proud of the painting people call “the best”. The ones I feel best are not the most liked by others. May be I am bizarre. Cant help, I am what I am.

Disclaimer: These arts are not offensive and solely done to relax myself. They may not be eye pleasing.

Why is this?

Am I am hit? I see it but I don’t feel it.
I don’t feel any pain. But why does the blood clot?

Did it burn? It should have.
Why is the skin red then?

Is it a greeting? I think so.

Why is it not warm then?

Was it just silence?

Why is it so violent on my heart?

Was it just a sigh?

Why do I feel the pain of a whip slap?

Is there someone there trying to stalk me?

Why is there a feel of being haunted?

Why is this crowd around?

Why do I feel alone and trapped?

Is it a peaceful day?

Why do I get restless?

Is there any courage left?

I feel a knock on my rib.

Wings of Desire

With my wings built strong, Vision clear, the entire universe is my support. I can achieve my goals.
I Alter the altitude, expand and pull in my wings all to reach the target. But the vision is clear.


Necessity is the mother of invention. Only a yearning for something pushes you to achieve it. So let the flames of desire burn the lazy you and cook the energy you need.