Oh to be alive

If and only if, surges forth: a perpetual urge. If & only if there is an  inclusivity upsurge. Of more lines that mingle,  yet stand apart. There's so much to  learn from nature; initially we, in the right  mode, did start. Along the undulating path  everything was shattered, beyond repair lay spangled, smeared, broken hearts.  Quibbling over night & day, the steadfast sun continued  to rise without going astray,  while man yet again lost his way. If and only if some day the cosmic jigsaw  would fall in place, with every bubble flashing it's   iridescent grace. #SrKmusings

The heart bleeds as the sun rises, every day a new wedge, deeper drives; all around, there is mayhem, nothing surprises. As a father sings a lullaby to his little one, and a mother narrates a story of valour and pride: voices echo in the dark, deepening the existing divide.   Most are sleepwalking through life, zombies caught in a vortex that demeans humanity and thus thrives.  Constantly looking for the deviant and pliant mind, hungry waves catch on, spreading far and wide.  Strange are times, devolving at high tide, awash with a notion that hatred shall help derive, answers to everything that has forever eluded mankind. We are our own enemies, hurtling toward disaster with increasing speed, our nemesis clearly defined.   #SrKmusings #poetry #refuge #harmony

Within boundaries are all confined, caught in a web ill-defined. Some walk through with ease, others falter, often blown off  by the slightest breeze. Trapped in a perpetual dream,  some are unable to redeem: the little that's left of the eternal stream.  Life for others continues to create obstacles that are an unending scream.  Bewildered and bereaved by inundating  themes, there's rarely a moment to reflect, savour and glean. The cycle continues making life a saga of blissfully enriching moments, punctuated by solemn and sad nuggets of drama. The trick is to maintain a balance, looking at everything anew,  living in the moment reveling in  rejuvenating bubbles of silence. #SrKmusings #life #

Precarious & precious, so is life, always dangling on  a dangerous divide. Dancing shadows in the middle of the night, imbued were her dreams  in red & golden light. Power was an illusion, sometimes difficult to deride. Fantasy was her mainstay, she loved the risky tides. Shattered & broken  wanting to escape & hide, solitude & solemnity  her only respite. But often she ached to break the world's false pride. In the midst of the melee  called life, she managed to elude prevalent & impending strife. Caught between morning and night, silently waits twilight. Trapped in the shadows  of the moon is the sun's flight. Borrowed moments compellingly  repel yet invite. Poised, patient she bides  her time. #SrKmusings #moonrides #tides

  The current scenario is not only unique and worrisome but it has thrown up a large number of challenges that humankind was not prepared for. Until now the focus was on building walls, launching into space and creating all kinds of weapons to protect ourselves from our so-called enemies, who seemed to be more real than any other threat. Of course, all the development in science must be applauded and we have indeed made great progress in many ways and trounced many a country in many fields.  But the world perhaps as a whole forgot to focus equally on aspects that would actually get us through. Man forgot to take care of the very place that gives everything, like literally everything to make life livable. We were contemplating an explosion but the truth is uglier and because of the strange and virulent attitude of humans we are in this conundrum. Apathy set in after man realized his unequivocal power over other species and this arrogance led to taking everything for granted, ev...

The speed, the light: the all enveloping clamour:  drowning in vanity,  long ago was lost the  shield of virtuous valour. Falling prey to superficial  yet irresistible glamour, there's no respite; no place to hide, fitting in,  flowing with the tide: seems to be the only way  ahead, or outside.  Wonder why it doesn't rankle, wonder how it doesn't create  a ripple or  a tiny tinkle? Oblivious observers or  obfuscate orators,  wonder who rules the mind! In this rigmarole of  high sweeps & rides, the self-effacing are  pushed to the brink  while the supercilious  & vain rise & shine. #SrKmusings