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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Over and over again

Image by Jamie Street

I saw myself desperately trying to hold this life together.

Like a mad man building a house of cards,

Until the wind blows and disrupts it all.

And he starts over, and I start over.

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Some nights

By the tree she sat

And watched the ghosts pass by.

Of all those who once lived

And all that was once laughed about

Passed in the flicker of a moment.

She let a part of self be lost to each passerby

In the hope that she’ll vanish

But she regrew. Like a starfish, everytime

Resilient and fateful.

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Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge

The Forest

Image by Alessio Lin

Don’t wander off, dear heart

Not in the forbidden part of Forest

Not in the places familiar

The fog that still feels warm

Don’t wander off, dear heart

Don’t chase the dragonflies

And try to catch them

What once belonged doesn’t anymore

Focus, old friend

Don’t look for the maze to get lost

What doesn’t belong is free to fly

So fly to the infinite Land, and don’t wander off.

Bankruptcy 

Image by Danilo Batista

When I had nothing left to lose,

Then I walked the Earth bare feet 

When I had no spectacle to behold,

Then I witnessed the sky with naked eyes

When I had no complaints to make,

Then I embraced the mercy of God

I had to be a bankrupt,

To be eternally enriched.

Sneak

Her eyes would swell and decompress

Like a balloon left at the mercy of a bored rascal 

She was choked up till her throat 

But there was no way to let it out.

The day moon turned red 

Was the day the whole world looked at it

She had to go on

As subtly as possible

Quietly shedding her skin

Creeping through the poisonous bushes.

Falling this close to the finish line

When I was a child, I participated in a race. Before I could cross the finish line, I fell. I gathered myself and pledged that I’ll never run again.

The fear never left me. Whenever I had to run, I did it half heartedly, told myself that I’m above the race.

That until, I was in one, and I could see the finish line. I could almost touch it, I was this close. A few more steps would have tripped me on the other side. But falling has somewhat become my thing. Ran out of luck just a few steps short of finish line. 

Only this time, I won’t pledge to stop. This time I’ll gather myself and start where I left off. This time I’ll cross the finish line.