A void..

The empty chair in the hall way,
The absent phone calls,
The missing debates and conversations,
The garlanded photograph on the table,
The melancholy spirit and eerie silence,
The stream of condolences,
Were registered by my senses,
But ignored by my mind,
Which refused to interpret the situation..

I continued to cling onto memories,
Blending the past into the present,
Believing that nothing had changed...
But time shattered the mirage,
Making evident the distinction,
Revealing the baggage of unexpressed feelings,
Which I will carry forever.
I tread on,
Perceiving his demise,
As an irreparable failure in the communication link between us.
Recognizing that he has moved on,
Leaving behind a void which will never be filled..

When belief turns into obsession,
When hatred defeats reason,
When might ascertains right,
When anger numbs all emotion,
When the blinding lustre of success,
dims the importance of the means to attain it,
As the wronged fight for justice,
The mayhem that ensues,
will taint the purest of causes,
The victory will be blood stained,
The casualty totally unjustified.
There will be new victims,
avenging, gathering the critical mass,
to begin yet another crusade,
with the victim turning inflicter.

Reflections

Credit for this lovely photograph goes to Harsha Honnappa

The sky with its many hues,
Painting a unique picture everyday,
Not governed by norms or bound by rhythm,
But an epitome of free will.
Casting its refection on the lucid waters,
Lending its hue and coloring the sea,
Whose incessant waves personify periodicity.
Much like the unpredictable circumstances,
Which color our routine lives in such a way,
That we know not monotony!

No wine for me please, just Harsha!

Many thousand miles and continents apart,
In different time zones and climates,
Submerged in different routines,
We live this wonderfully connected life,
Exchanging thoughts that synchronize perfectly,
an orchestra without a conductor,
yet without chaos.
sharing every significant moment of ours,
to each experience dual lives,
yet without schizophrenia,
Constantly figuring out the puzzle called life,
challenging and engaging each other,
to create an irrefutable solution.
Love is a surreal experience,
that will keep me intoxicated for life..

The bitter winter cold was defeated by the warmth around us.
A stack of problems trying to bury each of us,
but the spirit of the evening inducing momentary amnesia.
There were superficial differences,
of language, of race, of nationality and of circumstance,
Yet the overwhelming spirit of hospitality and friendship,
blurred these differences and destroyed any cultural barriers.

The conversation flowed naturally and spontaneously,
unimpacted by the relatively short span of association.
As we shared wonderful food and interesting experiences,
it felt like I was transported back in time,
to my student life, a merry and carefree existence.

Hours went by like minutes,
The fun and frolic soon ended,
But the spirit lingers on..

This wonderful evening with a group of friends from Germany,
left me wondering..
How fundamentally similar we are,
And yet the world harps on the superficial differences,
ignoring completely the profound similarities which unite humankind.

Influence behind the veil!

Your resistance impacts my stride,
Your rebellion my peace,
Your performance my well being,
Your attitude my strategy,
Your choices my prosperity,
Your zone of influence overlaps mine,
Leaving neither of us with absolute power.

I have not seen you or known you,
But our actions intertwine to form the fabric of our lives,
Invisible forces distort expectations,
Intangible consequences astonish us,
But despite this enigmatic interdependence,
Individualism continues to thrive!