Why Fall Musings?

Who am I?

Well my friends call me a mind-boggler and aptly so.

When life brings you to crossroads  and the outside world shakes your identity, you’ve got to stick to the bare minimum and survive.

So did I.

I had to shed all that was extravagant and handpick the bare minimum for myself. It was then that I decided to start a journey to seek the elements which form me, and perhaps later acquire a more profound realisation of self.

This is the beginning of my journey.

My Inspiration?

A lost friend.

Like a child recklessly losing the cool shade of a plum tree on a warm sunny day; from its safe cradle to taking the outlandish sun face to face.

But isn’t that life? A constant flux of shadows and sunshine.

This is just a humble effort to nurture similar shade for the sunshines that tomorrow might unfold.

Why Fall?

Fall and early mornings have one thing in common, things are purest, in their most raw form during this time. And what is more beautiful than seeing someone and something naked; layered in nothing but their skin?

Hence, fall.

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WAKEHURST PLACE, SUSSEX – AUTUMN – EARLY MORNING SUNLIGHT ILLUMINATES JAPANESE MAPLE TREES (ACERS) NEAR THE LAKE
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Recovering #writephoto

Look! She sighed.

These roses are so perfect. Red as blood, sharp as memories. I can’t help but wonder what is worth the adornment of these lush flowers

Tell me now, if you could, would you peek inside? Would you like to discover that which they hide? Its like the roses are stuck here forever, bewitched by love and bound by mortality. They have owned the window, claimed it as one of their own. All for that which resides inside.

No. He replied in his resolute tone. Looking in another direction.

Why not? She complained. You’re not even paying attention.

He looked towards the window and replied cautiously, What if we went inside just to peek and the vines never let us out? What if the roses grow around us? We’ll be stuck there forever. 

He firmly gripped her hand and they continued walking. 

Atleast we’ll know what the roses fell in love with, and never recovered. 

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This gorgeous prompt is from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

Sublime #writephoto


Are you here? Is this real?

Even though she could feel the warmth of his breaths upon his lips, she could feel his chest rise and fall, and hear his heart beat and hers stop, she did not dare turn her head and look towards him. Even though he was a touch away, she did not dare make that contact.

All her life she waited for this. Could she ever believe she would sit by him and they will witness the eternity of sky, together. There they were, but she did not dare put him to test. She had been poise all her life, staunch like a determined sea not tearing up to any storm. 

But this moment was fragile. She had carefully embellished her to the thread of her heart, she was scared to be disintegrated at its hand. 
How long has it been? She asked.

I don’t know, but I’m sure this is what eternity feels like. He replied.

They both sighed. 

They loved this site. There was something sublime about it. There were no day, no night in the gardens of Eden. It was like the sun and the moon were in a divine contentment, a state of blue between rise and fall.
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Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge. 

Stealth

Image by Patryk Sobczak

Thud thud 

I could hear my tread

I woke up amidst the crowd of sleeping selves 

The night had a hussle but my mind was quiet

I was strolling in the middle of a queer sight 

There was white smoke escaping the lips 

That burnt a cigarette of their own flesh 

And children playful and vulnerable 

Hopping and splashing dirt unto the earth dweller

Eyes making merry, seeking out daylight 

Blindly in the moonlight 

I saw blazing flames rising to the sky

I stepped closer and watched the logs vanishing 

The next morning I returned to see what remains

There was but ashes; of logs and souls

The fence #writephoto

But why? She objected.

Its for our own protection honey. Her mother tried to explain. But she was never really satisfied. 

Why do we need fences? 

Barbed wires around everything beautiful. Why did God not make fences around His rivers and deserts? Why does sky have no fence? Why do clouds get to breach territories with their rain? How did God miss this important detail?

Honey why don’t you appreciate the pasture? Try not to focus on the fences if they disturb you.


Because the pasture is where it should be. The pasture is at home. But the wires.. they are weeping. They want to be set free. They don’t want to live a life of hostility, but no one’s listening ma. 

And my heart is aching for them. 

Image source: http://bellehh.tumblr.com

Prompt from Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.

Forgiveness 


Why is forgiveness important to us?

Forgiveness is not about forgetting what someone did to you. Forgiveness doesn’t provide the oppressor a relief from their guilt, as our mind tells us. 

It, on the contrary, releases us from emotional dependence on the actions of our oppressor. 

Forgiveness is about gaining emotional control on the situation. It is important for regaining self confidence, and stability of our ego. 

Forgiveness is an act of liberation. When we forgive someone irrespective of their stance, our mind perceives it as the ability to move on from a situation as tantalising as this. In return, it assures us a whip hand position where we’re superior to the condolences of our oppressor. Together, this conscious self and our mind* liberate one another from this fear of aftermath of being vulnerable in a similar situation again. People might oppress us, and that will hurt but they won’t leave us in ruins. They can’t hold us back in life, both emotionally and physically. 

The biggest obstacle in this path is aggression. It is an enemy to liberation. 
Aggression chains us, and forgiveness is it’s key. 

*an interplay of conscious and subconscious mind

Love?

Image by Jake Lorefice

Love is anything but selfish. What is selfish is not love.

Love sets you free.

It takes the form of a sky when you want to fly, and becomes an ocean when you’re thirsty. It becomes soft ground when you’re on your knees, and shadow when you want it to hide in its embrace. Love is a companion, not a destiny. Love is what makes the journey worthwhile.