Blindfolded

      My vision concealed by the vindictive blindfolds and my fingers twined with those of a stranger, I walked amidst a path covered with thorn bushes, engulfed by an overwhelming plethora of emotions. Dread and doubt filled my heart, with a twinge of excitement adding to the adrenaline. The task was to learn ‘trust’ as a part of my course ‘Connect With Respect’ by entrusting your safety in the hands of a best friend whom you would see the world through as blindfolds warped your sight.

      When the pairings were made, my fate was left to the mercy of a person I hadn’t met before. Had it not been for my dazed muscle memory, my frozen heart would have physically immobilised me. How was I, who moved with apprehension and caution at every stage of life and took my time to reveal the real ‘me’ even to those closest, to let my guard down instantaneously in an unchartered territory? It was unfathomable, as the horrifying possibility of allowing myself to get hurt lurked threateningly, perhaps in the thorn bushes, as we toured amidst rich greenery. As fear and suspicion clouded my mind and added to the burden of my troubled soul, I felt that my only choice and the inevitable solution was to let go. The transition was not undertaken through the cliched conscious deep breaths or other such mental relaxation techniques. I just let go ! Relief flooded through me easing up every tensed up muscle tendon. It was as though invisible chains that had heartlessly stifled me had broken loose, once and for all.

       This moment defined my first experience with true liberty : A stunning realisation that I had been imprisoned, not by the brutalities of the harsh world or the disturbing realities and life experiences, but by self-imposed barriers. Beautiful was the world where you could revisit childhood along with its carefree abandon and masks were no longer needed as a protective armour, as the battle I waged was only with myself. I walked away from the experience unscathed physically under expert guidance and my then wiser self reflected on the irony of my walls crumbling down at the hands of a complete stranger.

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The wheel of time: Poem

 

 

When a smile depicts a distant emotion-
A fabric of the beauty lost,
The bubble of happiness seems evasive,
The pot of luck elusive in the empty present.
A harsh memory serves as a reminder
of the heavy baggage accumulated,
Beaten up with mercy none,
Begging redemption for the injustice done!
I can’t find the strength
to voice out a desperate cry
just to dispel the darkness.
Lost my path, sacrificed myself,
Yet details of my slip-ups remain crystal clear
if only to daunt me near.
Never one to learn a lesson,
I offered myself to be torn to pieces
And torn I was, ripped apart
with no radiance left in my sick heart!
I reach out to you divine lord,
without thee, no life would be left in me.
A flashback repeats
as I’m rolled over the fateful wheel of time,
struggling from beneath to find reason and rhyme.

Dreams !

DREAMS !!

They light up every soul’s otherwise dreary path. The seven colour stripe that strikes the sky on an ambivalent day or the shining stars that light the dark night invite a dreamer. To surpass the sky and make the mighty universe his prized possession ! These sights help the rise of a surge of strength from within that wills him to break away from the stuffy bubble and explore the expansive enigmas that stretch limitlessly.

A catalyst to materialising many a novel vision, these wondrous children of nature urge the wanderer to demolish demonic walls, constructed by the weak minded, constituting restrictive stereotypes. The seeker sees over the patronising barriers built by self and society and chooses, not only to traverse a different path, contrary to the rest of mankind, but also creates fresh routes by following his heart.

With the divine elements by his side
And his inner voice as a guide,
What could hinder this revolutionary from making a spectacular stride ?!

BEGINNINGS…

   Firsts are always memorable. The first day in a new city away from home. The first drop of rain after months of being scorched in the sun. The first blog post ! Beginnings are special indeed !!

    Words were my first love. My favourite mentor. My safe haven. The ocean of words, that I so relish and savor, opened tributaries into worlds I didn’t know existed, stretching beyond the horizon. The indescribable beauty fed the dreamer in me, as I resolutely stole moments from the ticking clock to embark on yet another adventure.

     These very words that have been teachers and tour guides are now architects constructing a niche for my self-expression. This blog will aid my journey of self-discovery and progress by tracing the turns of my myriad mind over time. If “simple, short and funny” is how you define an ideal blog, mine would painfully fall short of expectations. Be warned !

    I find zest in delving into the complexity of the abstract and giving voice to the unsaid and that is precisely what my blog will constitute. The reason behind your silence and the ache that hides behind your bravado are of irresistible intrigue to me in my relentless exploration of the contradictions of life and the living. A passion to explore and word what escapes the unseeing eye has induced in me an unquenchable craving to write, if only to make concrete my perceptions.

   I hope my blog will be an instance of serendipity for you as the intricacies of emotion and experience, whether universal or unique, are spelt out with no reservation or judgment. My indomitable curiosity and an ability to find beauty even in the mundane allows me to conquer time and relish every drop of the elixir of life, as I am fascinated by the psyche and the million questions it poses and enthused by every story that walks around me !!