Place I want to be

My heart seeks that place,

where the mind finds solace;

the soul is freed,

of the chains – unbodied;

liberated from the judging scorn,

a new creature born;

where wings can fly,

without thoughts wry;

the land where I can be me,

that is the place where I want to be!

In response to 

Daily prompt: Places

Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely?

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Love

“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet
“You don’t spell it…you feel it.” – Pooh”
― A.A. Milne

In response to

I Want to Know What Love Is

We each have many types of love relationships — parents, children, spouses, friends. And they’re not always with people; you may love an animal, or a place. Is there a single idea or definition that runs through all the varieties of “love”?

House on Fire

Erin woke up coughing, strangled by the murderous hands of a thick smoke. The acrid vapours burned her watering eyes as she tried to peer some sense through the haze of the vapour filled room. A piercing cry of pain jolted her to reality as she realised the house was on fire. Frightened and still shocked, she stumbled out of the bed sheets, still choking, ran towards the bedroom door. Halfway through the fuming corridor, lit in golden flames, she remembered her “Apocalypse kit” – the kit she had prepared for whenever disaster struck. “Oh! I need to get that!!” breathing heavily through her mouth covered by her palm, she made her way back to the room. She could barely discern the outline of the giant king size bed amidst the rapidly building smoke laden with the stench of burning wood and paint. Hastily she kneeled, the heated floor burning against her knees and fished blindly for the kit in the chasm of dark smouldering vapour. Tears welled in her in her eyes, from the smoke and despair; she was just about to give up when her hand brushed against the rough fabric of the bag. In the blink of an eye, she grabbed the bag and was up on her feet, perspiring heavily. Hurriedly yet cautiously she made her way back through the corridor, down the stairs and ran out the front door for her life, the jaws of deadly flames lapping at her feet.

Charred and covered with soot, she stumbled into the front garden welcomed by her favourite pooch; Fluffy ran up to her – a ball of fur, wagging tail and a wet tongue and soothingly licked her soot-covered, tear stained face. James jumped out of the recently approached car and hugged Erin, relieved to find her safe – looking worriedly at the house now engulfed in fire, emitting bright orange-yellow sparks and spewing out noxious fumes. He had received a call while he was on his late night shift and had rushed home. Thankfully, all he held precious was safe. Emotions overwhelmed him and he weeped of relief, joy and thankfulness.

Meanwhile, Erin looked down at the blackened blue bundle of zipped fabric clutched with white-knuckled fists – her apocalypse kit. The sight of the bag took her back to the day she had made it. She had seen on the television, a reality show documenting the story of a family that survived a fire. Their entire life had been snatched away by the disaster. The experience had left her shuddering, The thought of losing all her memories, her life, sent chills down her spine. She had decided then, she would be prepared for the day should any ill-fortune ever befall her. Taking her favourite backpack, she had made her apocalypse kit – it consisted of all the things that would give her hope for times to come. It had a photo of her with her parents when she was 8 years old, a ceramic zebra gifted by her sister when she came out of the hospital and a letter written to her by her father just before he died. As an afterthought, she had put in her passport, some money, energy bars and a bottle of water.

Her thoughts were interrupted when James shook her to reality that the sirens of the firetruck came blaring into her consciousness.  It was only when the cold January night wind brushed against her body and she looked down at her underwear-clad body that realised- she had forgotten to wear any clothes!!!

In response to :

Burning Down the House

Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

Burnt

Remember this prompt, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

Mystery box

With the midnight tick of the clocks,

there appeared a box,

A bolt of light mocks,

and rippling waves shocks;

Wrapped in a sparkle and white,

bound by ribbons bright;

As she approached bewitched,

a calligraphed tag twitched;

handwritten words with care,

“Open me, if you dare.”

Her heart beat rising,

the lump in her throat sizing;

The touch of a shivering hand,

ripped wrapping lay on the sand;

The jolt of inquisitiveness,

led to an act of foolishness;

With the boom of a big bang,

history was rewritten from yin to yang

The world of the fighting brave,

snapped into a living grave

In the flash of a dropping hat,

Alas, curiosity killed the cat.

In response to Daily prompt: Mystery Box

Short life!

Daily Prompt: No Time to Waste

Fill in the blank: “Life is too short to _____.” Now, write a post telling us how you’ve come to that conclusion. (Thanks for suggesting this prompt, theempathyqueen!)

Well, since you’ve asked me (you know you are going to regret this!! ), here’s what I think:

“Life’s too short to hold your farts !! Just let go and move on(unless you want to be engulfed in a nebula of toxic fumes)! ”

“Life’s too short to remove a USB drive safely.”

“Life’s too short to charge your phone fully in one go.” ( That’s why I  always carry my charger! )

“Life’s too short to restart your computer right now ! ”

“Life’s too short – shut up and eat your waffles !!”

“Life’s too short -” *drops dead! *

* doesn’t even bother replying to the prompt – too busy eating waffles! *

*snores*

If you are not too busy gobbling up your waffles before life ends, feel free to add your own one liners. I’ll include them in this post :

Additional one liners from fellow wafflers:

Let them be

The universes expand,

the sun rays span,

for life to sustain,

You let them be.

For the rivers to flow,

the clouds billow,

when the winds blow,

You let them be.

For the colours of a peacocks plume,

the vivid flowers bloom,

air vibrant with their perfume,

You let them be.

For the world to grow,

 happiness to glow,

stop judging others now,

do no let your close minded thoughts sow,

Let your children be.

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In response to :

WordPress daily prompt : Let It Be

A restaurant that removed your favorite item from the menu, a bad cover of a great song… Write a post about something that should’ve been left untouched, but wasn’t. Why was the original better?

Solitude

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
― George Gordon Byron Solitude_1_bnw_adj_wm

“The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.”
― Michel de Montaigne, The Complete Essays

 

Open letter – to the people of the world

“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.” – Oscar Wilde, The picture of Dorian Gray

Dear people of the world,

I hope you all are doing well ! I would like this opportunity to remind you of something I think we all  (with me leading the procession of primitive bullock – cart ideology ) tend to forget in our lives – “the world”. Ever so often we get tangled in the silken skeins of our lives such that we cannot envisage a mere thought without the relevant ‘me’ in the life-panorama. Our thoughts cease to extend beyond me and whats mine ( my family, my work , my house and my fart!). Everything associated with our fancies gets boxed up as ‘myness’ and the rest discarded in the ‘otherness’ bin.  In our quest to be better at everything, we forget the quintessential fact that beneath all this materialistic facade we are, like pearls on a string, strung on the same thread of this earthly life. In our self-centred efforts to advocate narrow-minded narcissistic benefits we fail to realise that we are destroying the beauty of that necklace of life.  We have evolved from human beings into a new generation of ‘Gollums’ yearning for their preciouses.

What I would like to illuminate here is that if we were to just stop for a breather from our race and pause to think, we would realise how pointless it really is.We need to understand that despite all our ‘gollum’ characteristics, human beings are social creatures and we cannot live a fulfilled life in the solitary confinements of the jails of our selfishness. We just need to take a moment and contemplate about the next specimen of Homo sapiens as a fellow ‘person’ before we lash out, we would realise that our differences are all merely superficial. When we truly understand, all our preconceived notions will crumple and fall away leading to a better perception of the world rather than just blindly reacting. If we were all to embrace this ruminating philosophy where we are tolerant of each others pseudo-differences, the world would be rid of quite a lot of its banes including inequality, sexism and wars to name a few. Right, enough of this self-less preaching – its time I get back to my precious waffles !!

Forever yo-yoing,

Evolving Ruminations

In response to :

Daily prompt: Literate for a Day

Someone or something you can’t communicate with through writing (a baby, a pet, an object) can understand every single word you write today, for one day only. What do you tell them? (Thanks for the suggestion, Chic Prune!)

Poem on my mind

Daily Prompt: By Heart

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?

More than what first comes to my mind, the poem ‘Leisure‘ by W.H. Davies is one that is quite often on my mind and is probably one of the most haunting pieces of written work that I’ve ever come across. The simplicity and the beauty with which W.H.Davies describes the bane of being human on several different levels is incredible. Not only does it signify that we are so caught up in in our ‘daily’ lives that we miss out on the beauties of life but we are also too full of ourselves that we often forget that there exists a world around us. We are but just a mere speck in the cosmos !

The poem goes as follows:

“LEISURE”
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

By Wm. Henry Davies.