Human Web

It’s so hard to put in words. (Perhaps it’s just my own inability to do so, let me not state it like a general truth.)And let me also not get diverted from what I want to capture at this moment.
One's existence in this world along with other human beings literally creates a web. And this post is not about the relationships you have in your life - your family, friends, relations, loved ones, people you know well..Then what is this human web all about? Well, I did say am finding it hard to give this thought shape in words.
Yet, it’s not so vague that it cannot be expressed, an attempt can be made!
I believe as a person, an individual when we enter say a room, or a public place or any place with people, you may or may not know, you are giving out these different coloured threads, so is everyone else. Some vibe some don't, there are thousands you probably wouldn't even notice, there are hundreds you notice mildly, some which interest you and a few which really captivate you, intrigue you. This may happen right away or take a lot of time to come to your notice. In fact, you may never notice some. Sometimes, you may notice only when someone else is intrigued by your threads and then you notice theirs.
What is this? What is this phenomenon? It is from an individual to an individual, it has nothing to do with what you do, what age, sex, social class, profession, it’s just about the threads.. Are these captivating threads mind waves? A part of the larger cosmos where things are connected eternally and you just feel that connection in some vague way? Is it that the thread belongs to a person who can contribute to your journey in some way, perhaps very small but has a role to play in your journey and vice versa? Do we explore? Do we feel the need and then do we feel up to the effort? Do we risk being misunderstood? After all, it’s hard to put in words on paper, how does one even express it to a person. (Hello, I saw some coloured threads, the one coming from you intrigued me, (did the one coming from me intrigue you too?) while there are hundreds which didn't, should we have a chat and explore why, maybe the sole purpose of this intrigue is this one chat and it will perhaps add to my journey in some small way and in all probability to yours, that’s it... nah!)
Maybe not. And that’s just the way it is.
Till then there is this tangle of coloured threads, some bright some sombre, all over the place and one just sails past, enjoying the colours but not looking too closely.

The Breeze Kissed Me...

From the green hills beyond, it came, a whispering dancing trail and kissed me am sure, I touched my cheek and found its moist mark..fluttering my clothes, playing with my perfume, my hair it's toy! The lightening of my heart, the gladness and the blush on my cheek, the breeze kissed me am sure :)

Wisps of Smoke

Wisps of smoke
And the dark of the night
Now I see them now I don't
But they are
Against the velvety night
And the hard light
Grey, diaphanous?
Or iridescent.. silver, golden even?
They are.
Both.

Hurt

How deeply can you get hurt?
Are there layers?
How deep within?
Is each successive layer softer
Easier to crush
More vulnerable?
How would you know?
Is hurt measured in the hotness of tears?
How many times they were shed or when?
Is it measured at how sharp it is
Or how deep it is?
Are there layers?
Let's not talk about the core
But the hurt probably has layers
Like a rose bud cut with a knife
Petal by petal

Hues of the Rainbow..

We debate if this is the real world or that is
Wise ones say it is what you believe it is
(I could question their wisdom)
But what's the point
The question remains unanswered..

The many hues of the rainbow are pretty
Not just the blues and the yellows
But also all the ones in-between

Shall I clasp it with both hands
(and risk the discovery, it isn't)
Or continue with the belief it's within reach..
Not just a mirage or an illusion
But solid as iron rods
The question remains unanswered..

Night

I search for answers and find more questions instead,
I part the screen and see there are many layers yet
Sleep evades
Dawn is far
The lights burn low..

A Touch of Green

Its amazing what a dash of green can do to your home, veranda, special corner or wash room. Would I say green is my favourite colour? No, not... red maybe purple in its various hues of violet, mauve, lavender,burgundy but not green.
But its amazing how I crave green in the form of verdant foliage, leaves, stems, bamboos, green hearts of flowers..

Summers are approaching and much that they are my passion, the only little thing is that cut flowers don't last.. but then there are enough leaves, twigs and stems to more than make up for that..
A rich waxy green leaf or two of Plumeria, a few smaller green leaves from my garden and a refreshing eye rest for my study is ready... an artistically twisted wine of money plant with a tiny red tropical flower and its the perfect little touch to my wash room, to greet me every morning. A stately duo of umbrella palms in a long elegant vase and its all that I need for the living room..

Of course ferns remain elusive, those delicate fragile little things. They are fussy and temperamental, how I would love to have them with their white undersides and thin black stems..

In the meantime,an occasional plumeria or jasmine flower is a refreshing welcome addition to my pots and pans of green!