Category: Inspiration

Scripted

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scripted

On a trek, toward a hill top

The rolling stones, haphazard ways and cactus plants

Crossed the path, again and again.

A bald patch of land stood alone

Senses turned triumphant, though;

A vision arrested

From the path that divided, where

The azure sky glittered golden

And the geometrical land patterns held out puzzles below;

The sun rays reached out to both

Play of light and dark, illusion and shadow.

Distant from noise, pollution and people

Distant from relationships and commitments;

A few hours of solitude;

An unexplained long pause

On conversation, thoughts and subconscious;

But once the mind reeled on

Love draped to the roles of

Relationships designed, denied and defined.

Presumptuous to existence comes alive

And the descend to the start turned casual;

Nature spreads the balm yet the mind scripted.

Mighty

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The ink simply refused to flow,

When I picked up

My favourite Hero,

A Chinese make.

Black body with a golden cap       

That faded with time

Yet reminding stood

The many exams battled –

And conquered smoothly;

The speed maintained

By my fingers holding gently

The thing of past now.

With no ink around

Water came to its rescue;

The nib reacted with a jerk or two –

Splashed a few drops            

When pressed on to the paper;

A little scratch, then light and bright

“Life” it entered with a clear “if”.

The mighty hero a fighter till date

Refused to let go its valour

My pen, my companion.

And The Year Rolls…

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New

And the year rolled out.

May not be the best to judge

May not be the best to know

Creativity blooms

Blossoms with the idea

Seeds sown when I did not know

Writing flows

Hopes smitten by dreams

Reality intrigues my creative bend

Being realistic

Rustic blooms

Blossoms reflect amateurism

Seeds sown when I did not know

And yet the year rolls out…

Feeling of Blue

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“Monday Blues”. Every Monday someone or the other, without fail sends a message on “Monday Blues”. That’s exactly the time when I am thinking “it’s just another day”.

A search for “Monday Blues” returned to describe it “as a set of negative emotions that many people get at the beginning of the workweek”. Interestingly, the blue seems to be a contribution from “a type of music made popular by African Americans.”

“The ‘blues music’ deals with rather sad themes, and as a result leaves the listener feeling sad. This is the reason why the expressions ‘to have the blues’ and ‘feeling blue’ mean feeling sad or depressed.” (The Hindu, Education Plus, May 2006)

I could not help but think about blue, the primary colour; the colour of the sky and the sea; a shade associated with spirituality, peace and serenity.

My emotional connect with blue goes back to the day I stood before the paintings by renowned painter, Nicholas Roerich.

The various shades of blue spread over the canvas had a rhythmic pattern, and the painting appeared to blend the real and the divine. Of course, Roerich’s spiritual bend of mind reflected in his works. Yet, that may be just one of the reasons for the use of blue.

Though my knowledge in studying a “painting” has been limited, the artwork before me had captivated my thoughts with the blue. And I realised the beauty of its depth as unfathomable.

Apparently, the colour blue is said to have a positive effect on  our mind and body. “It invokes rest and can cause the body to produce chemicals that are calming and exude feelings of tranquillity”. However, too much of blue can create negative feelings, melancholy and sadness among others.

Probably, Monday blues has nothing to do with the colour blue. It may be just a feeling of disconnect at the thought of getting back into the routine. Or it may be a reason for someone finding it difficult to report to a job that s/he does not enjoy.

Whether it is “Monday Blues” or “Feeling Blue”, the fascinating blue is a colour that induces and inspires. And Monday is just another day.