Spring in Autumn

The mellow yellow glitters against the green

Peeking from the clustered blue is a streak of orange

Shimmering, glinting the colors of aubergine

Against the mossy canvas seem strange

Yet beautiful, there is a definite spring in the air!

 

The peaceful wood under the verdant canopy

Stoops low as if to caress

The lines on the ageing hand seem happy

Indeed, the years have mellowed the face

Autumn has a spring in its step!

 

Fluttering flitting the yellow and the white

Gliding across the bushy is nature’s rhyme…

Hurried yet calm, the rhythm is fun and light

Silence speaks in a mime…

Whispering the secret of spring in autumn!

 

 

A hot cup of strong espresso!

I was casually browsing through Facebook as I gobbled on my breakfast. The steam from the small paper cup containing the black colored liquid slowly swirled and disappeared near my chin. As I leaned forward to read the post more intently…the #metoo campaign which protests against physical abuse. I wondered if like this steam this too would fizzle out?

There have been many such campaigns to raise awareness to protest against a societal evil…and I laud the efforts that every individual puts in. But, the question is what happens? The steaming cup of enrage often swirls and disappears. (Ah! I sound pessimistic don’t why… but if you are reading this now is your chance to scroll down… if there is still a small flicker of interest… yay I’m glad that I have one more member to join the club of sarcastic pessimism… ;) )

As I read a rather interesting post by Mayim Bialik better known as Dr. Amy Farah Fowler from the Big Bang Theory, I couldn’t help but realize the endemic that is abuse is rampant and often subtly ignored. Yes, groping in a crowded transport, to the leery look given by the  some random person as you passed by, to even the “accidental” brush also the hugs that lingers a second too long… all social “niceties” – they are all derogatory forms of abuse that not only women but unfortunately men face as well!

Yes #metoo should also feature men… strange? Well not so strange really… men are abused as much as women when it comes to such “objectification.” Whether it is the “manly” thing to “feel appreciated” for the throngs of female “attention” or the age old belief in-grained in the psyche that attention received by men somehow elevates their manliness—the fact remains that #theytoo have been abused.

A boy who was groped by an elderly aunt in the name of cuddling or a man who was gaped at as nothing more than a commodity wrapped in expensive fabric… objectification is rampant and often gender neutral!

While #metoo is a good initiative and one of the first steps towards raising awareness against this ever present evil in society. It is also gender neutral… I hope this campaign rises like a volcano and spreads the white hot lava to freeze all existing remnants of this evil existence (Ah! How I dramatize… :P) It is indeed time to #wakeup and #smellthecoffee

#randomramblings #metoo #coffee #wakeup

Disclaimer: please excuse my views, which I fear will bring the wrath of a lot of people… am shivering at the thought of the boiling cup of sulphuric acid that I’m about to be served. Here’s my alkaline #humblest apologies to all I have surely offended with my two pence worth of view point.

Existing

It is but a pill I swallow
Not bitter, but not sweet either
The meandering path I follow
Not, knowing where it leads, like a feather
Tossed, and floating I travel

I was, but I'm not
Things I love, some still so
Others have changed
Draped in realism, dreams have disappeared

Different hues paint the horizon
A burst of "light"-- was it?
Is the very reason
That it all comes down in a bit
Down or up or is it sideways, is still but unknown

Hollow, numb and void of nothing
It is but a pattern laid out
I just follow
There is but nothing that I hope to see ahead

Colors of colorless

The darkness envelopes me

I stare ahead at nothingness

The void stretches far and beyond as far as I can see

Am cocooned in numbness

Nothing, is black

It’s an endless stretch of blazing glare

Parched, my gaze meets only unending horizons

Ruthless, the constant glitch is something that I embrace and bear

Change it doesn’t…only multiplies in dozens

Angry, is red

I reach out to catch your hand

Eager and hopeful

It slips through like sand

I’m but a fool

Dream, is colorless

Ripples forming concentric circles

Changing, but not disturbing

Turmoil breaks free from its shackles

Unleashing with a strength that is overwhelming

Pain, is grey

Roller-coaster

A roller-coaster ride
Up I go whew! And down I fall
The adrenaline rush running riot
Things seem unfamiliar and strange

Doubtful analysis
Chocolate bars later
I triumph and discover
That it is all right to ride the roller-coaster

Countless rantings and ravings
The pitchfork of strangeness stabs and wounds
The dance of thrill is liberating and destructive
O bloody mary
Your visit but makes it mundane!!!