Oh to be alive

Deeply entwined within the flow of time, is the inherent need to discover oneself and define.   The incessant chatter along the way beguiles. What matters most isn’t always visible in bright sunlight; the nook, the cranny, the tiny crevice in deep a ravine, goes unnoticed, unsung -- remains a mystery undefined. The burst of fervour that is named life: in its many swathing folds, truth abidingly resides. The search continues through darkness and light, sometimes it evades, other times it is in plain sight. Yet is distracts and hides, making the quest for it a challenge some days, but often just pure delight.        ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap  

  Etched, embedded, or just superficial, precariously balanced on the edge of yesterday, memories have a strange way to bruise or amuse. Sometimes they engulf and sometimes smother or soothe. Lost in reverie, rooted on a crowded road, eons gush past, as today is just a ruse. Eager to embark on a journey into tomorrow, caught up in a million flashes of yesteryears, moments expand, shrink or seamlessly fuse. Rationalizing your way through the haze, lifting your face up to the Heavens,   with new energy and faith infused. Fragmented or whole, shards or nuggets of shimmering gold, there’s little one can do when they come cascading down or leisurely unfold. ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap      

    Sub m erged under a multitude of layers, lies a distant dream. Envelo ped in mystery or perhaps just a an illusionary slipstream. It tri es to surface and resurface, grappling to stay afloat on its own steam. The impetus of darkness makes it thrive, but in the light, it barely survive s.         How does one then from the deepest recesses of the mind, retrieve? Shards of memories, some broken some peeled, keep emerging evaporate, coalesce.       Astounded by the perpetuality of some, and the belligerence of others playing hide and seek. Some are coy, some have blatant and bizarre streaks. All in all, deeply embedded in every psyche are a million imprints, scathed unscathed, brimming up against the tide: some reach the shore others dissipate, tired of trying.   ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap    

   The night was dreary: dragged on and on, from the echoes of time a distinct sound arose, as pure as dawn. Between a stupor and wakefulness, a dialogue arose, ensued; held forth. Sprinkled it was suddenly with laughter and mirth. The dark dull night was beholden, drawn into the moment it decided to, its desolate cloak shirk off: turn it golden. The edges shone, shorn as it finally was of eons of desolation, angst and desperation. The night opened its arms again, sound and light became one strain. Merging, emerging stretching like a yawn, the night that day, decided to move on. It rejoiced as it waited for the moment of respite, it met its partner from the other side, no longer was there a difference in sight or sides, from then on it was a ritual called twilight.   ©Copyright Suverchala Kashyap      

My heart hurt I couldn't breathe, as my eyes skimmed through the report with unease. Quietly without informing a soul, he set out on the road... Sixteen hundred kilometers to his village, all he had was a bicycle & two thousand rupees. Some passersby found him unconscious under a tree. His knapsack intact with two sets of clothes, his adhaar card & a blanket. I choked back tears & gasped, all I managed was a silent plea. Police rushed him to hospital but he left unsung, a hero who just wanted to meet his family. All this in a span of twelve hours as he braved the summer heat. All of forty was he, his wife & two sons will wait endlessly... yet some still sit back in the cool comfort of their homes and declare every now & then, it's tough for them to stay put & breathe, this indeed is 'life's' irony...

In full bloom was I cast away, on a bed of dry rustling leaves I lay. Voices I heard, were loud & clear, though what they said I didn't hear. I wanted to live & do my bit, but suddenly the world felt queer. Something had changed, it didn't feel right, everyone was too occupied... I looked up from where I was, I appreciated the poignant pause. I closed my eyes & thought a while, it was their loss not mine. So I slipped into a deep slumber hoping to wake up unencumbered...

I never thought such a day would come, when I'd have to grapple & rise, yet be on my own. After she left, I was bereft...   starved as if of love &   petrified of the unknown.   You were my friend, my anchor, my sail.   You were the reason I   could go on again.   Lost am I in this instant,   I don't know how   to handle this pain...   It comes in spurts & Oh! does it hurt every now & then? It's like a cold knife cutting me plain. Gnawing at my insides, there's no respite, no calming refrain. In all moments of doubt I  reached out to you... You were my rock, my mirror pushing & urging to reach for the stars, not settle for the mundane. Success for you was a journey, the destination never your claim. Fame was the smile you brought to another's face, as you cringed to cover your own heartache. I  learnt from you to live in the present, I wish I'd had time to roll the dice away. Time you'd said is the greatest teac...