Thank heavens! Infatuations last but hours and minutes. God forbid the outcomes this churning of the being would have had if it were to extend into days of my life that are to follow?

This ambience arrests the mind and soul, imprisons it for a phase. Yearning as Wells says in The Time Machine has a fourth dimension too. One yearns only because there is a duration through which one yearns. Imagine yearning in the absence of time or through the entire expanse of it. Sincere thanks to the creator of our psyches. Thanks for it is intelligently forgetful of the most venomous of arty sensations. That face impresses  in the most ordinary circumstances. No flower beds and no waterfalls are called for when a heart has to fall for the falls of the tresses of a beauty. When that grace flutters around, the heart stoops down to the dirty, slimy ground, gathers every bit of it in the pockets of the clothing I wear to transport it back home, to kiss it when alone and to sleep with the scent of those floral prints, head meshed in thought while the arms hold tight to the moment still alive!

These faces are peculiar. They seldom speak. Even if they do, one does not actually get to hear of that tone and modulation. Lips move at a distance, rarely uttering anything audible. Most of the time, they chew at the helplessness of the onlooker.

This person assisted. Because of her being there, the journey back home free reeled into the circles of energy that engulfed. All along the lengthy road back to the abode, lingered in mind the coziness of the bed where I would lie at ease, recollect the scene, admire the eyelids, inject myself with the charm once more in the most private ways I would like to. The dogs barked in the dead of the night as I walked carefree, humming the tune of ten instruments mixed into one. Fearlessness.

These grace fountains are deceitful. They dry up once the eyelids feel heavy. In dreams appear crocodiles, snakes and lizards- never those heads. In gardens bloom roses and jasmines- never the little flower on that print. In libraries are stacked books- never those words I could not hear those lips chew away.

To prepare oneself for the next entourage is mindlessness. The uncertainty of the frequency of its occurrence just kills. A sex machine alone can truly guess when another of her like would next come calling to stir and shake. To think of a cure for this disease would be suicidal for the malaise creates a life enough!

40 thoughts on “Strikes”

  1. a heart felt emotion you described,
    which freezed your thought and your mind,
    with wild imaginations,
    about the wonderful delighted stride,
    the one which took you off ..
    to the land of the moon,
    even when your feet remained
    on the ground with the glue..
    fascinating moments are rare,
    but wonder when they enter our life,
    they steal away the calmness ..
    and vibrates like a perplexed mind,

    This was the most beautiful post I have read on your blog.my favourite till date…coz it spoke directly form the heart without the mind disturbing in between…loved the way you described the fourth dimension…absolutely great.

    1. Soumya, you captured the post so vividly. I would consider those words to be a total poetic translation of whatever it was that I tried writing about in the post. The calm is certainly gone when something like this happens!

      Thank you so much for the like! Helps me think and write more!

      1. sorry i have been knee deep in painting about a dozen or more paintings of madurga 🙂
        this month really gets me 🙂
        i become a sentimental fool.
        you will see those paintings in my blogs, but i painted so many that i cant share them all this year, will have to leave half of them.

    1. Thanks Uma. That is in fact very generous of you to read and comment.
      I was actually in two minds with regard to the intent of such description. Apart from being an outlet to the unease and stirring that befalls at times, what other purposes can such expression serve?
      To what extent is an attempt like this a genuine form of interaction with oneself and with others? I told a friend one day about my blog and she said “why do you want everyone to read about what and why you feel? Why is a blog necessary as an outlet?”. Honestly, I did not have an answer. A few things that sprang up in mind were- ‘may be the blog is my space to make myself heard….’ but then, why should one write of his state of infatuations there?? While this confusion persists in my head, I do somehow maintain with equal clarity that however dubious this exercise may seem, there is definitely a purpose that blogging about A to Z of one’s thought process serves. I wanted to hear of your thoughts on this contradiction I seem to be facing. Hope to hear from you,

      1. What is the truth, then? That, what you feel when you uncap your heart into the river of your blog, or the pretension of those who feign your thoughts don’t exist? What makes the world go round? Your monologues or their pretension? It boils down to the personal worlds then. For you, your blog is as important as pretension is to them.

        “Full of clattering fools is the market-place, — and the people glory in their great men! These are for them the masters of the hour.

        But the hour presses them; so they press you. And also from you they want Yes or No. Alas! would you set your chair between Pro and Con?

        Do not be jealous of those unyielding and impatient men, you lover of truth! Never yet did truth cling to the arm of the unyielding.

        On account of those abrupt ones, return into your security: only in the market-place is one assailed by Yes? or No?

        Slow is the experience of all deep fountains: long have they to wait until they know what has fallen into their depths.

        Far away from the market-place and from fame happens all that is great: far away from the market-place and from fame have always dwelt the creators of new values.

        Flee, my friend, into your solitude: I see you stung all over by the poisonous flies. Flee to where a rough, strong breeze blows!

        Flee into your solitude! you have lived too closely to the small and the pitiful. Flee from their invisible vengeance! For you they have nothing but vengeance.

        No longer raise your arm against them! They are innumerable, and it is not your job to be a flyswatter.”

        -Thus spake Zarathustra.

  2. Thank you for visiting my blog – through which I have now found yours! And, what a brilliant expression on this post ! Shall return, indeed ! Cheers.

  3. morndai hi..dot…a new day in the lord praise him………………The Lord’s wounded hands, feet, and side reveal God’s desire to change our hearts by the power of His love.

    Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature: old things are passed away; behold, all things are become new. A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh. That Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that ye, being rooted and grounded in love, May be able to comprehend with all saints what is the breadth, and length, and depth, and height; And to know the love of Christ, which passeth knowledge, that ye might be filled with all the fulness of God.

    2 Corinthians 5:17, Ezekiel 36:26, Ephesians 3:17-19

    1. Spent the whole day running here and there…that I think does give me enough meat to ponder over and think and ultimately write about!

      Thanks for the constant appreciation and the warm messages! It is immensely endearing!


    1. Saw your “like” in the orange little box on the top right of the screen. Felt good. And a comment followed. Made it all the better!

      Thanks Nabadip. Hope Engineering is going fine!



  4. well let me first say nice to see you after a long time. I know you are a busy person 🙂
    You continue to pen emotions very well. Wouldn’t mind if infatuations last longer for a cause, a productive cause 😉

  5. विविध भारती स्टाईल में फरमाईश भेज रहा हूँ। कुछ हिन्दी में लिख डालिये। हम दीपावली का उपहार मान लेंगे:-)

    1. maaf keejiyega late uttar dene ke liye…aaj kal time nahin milta…jaldi hi wapas aaunga aur ek hindi post likhne ki koshish karunga….ummeed ke saath ki aap ko pasand aa jaaye!!


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    Posted on December 9, 2012

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