Calm of the night

I love the paradox of the light that has been gifted to us by nature. Night.
Technically, the absence of light.

Whats so wonderful about the night. It ends the day. It puts the reverberating energy to rest. One feels the stillness of the world as the mortals around you retire to dreams and REM. It is that time of a day that rejuvenates the tired senses in deep slumber. The mind gets to slow down.

It is also a time when I feel my demons go back to the closet. I get to have that space to let myself free. There is no prejudice, no explanations to anyone about how you feeling or how you stare at the night lit ceiling or wonder at the clarity you start gaining in darkness.
I can wriggle in the sheets to stretch my body to a limit I can. I feel the millions of sensations that my body goes through before it starts to take my consciousness away.
I get to dream about the life that I love and to design my world with regards to my present scenarios, well no actually. I design a world far surreal and away than the present.
It has a lot of floating in space and touching the beauty of nature. I dream of caressing lions and tigers and getting smothered in their love. Or a hundred puppies running towards me and filling me up with ecstasy.

Sometimes I run at the speed of light and this imagination has always made me feel so energized.
I talk to plants and they respond to me.
The best time is when I reminisce beautiful moments I spent in the arms of a lover and I enhance the setting, background by a change of seasons. I place both of us in a cozy setting at the top of mountains or great places that I see in magazines and feel the rush of winds in my ears as I hold his hand tightly. It is awesome to share the zest of life with your loved one.
Mesmerizing kisses and the wonderfully melting waist grabs.

Some days I also jump off tall buildings and high points and experience the exhilaration of falling without any control. This imagination helps to let go of a lot of beliefs that are troubling me concurrently in the day. Much like the Evanescence video Bring me to life.

There are beautiful notes of music that I hum to. There is always a background score running in my head any moment. Most mornings I get up and a song is stuck in my head all day.

I wish that there would be a recording device so that I can share this world as it plays in my head.

It’s good to write down the beauty of dreaming and lucid dreaming. As you know it is imagination, so it goes in the other direction as well. Some days I give myself such nightmares, they affect me for long.

The night is thus a neutral. I feel like it is a beautiful,cool canvas. The only one which can be illuminated by stars and shining objects.

This canvas is my playground and yes it has to be painted with all colours but black and dark. Contrast it is.

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What is even

via Daily Prompt: Uneven

A prompt is a one letter word for today called uneven. I am still trying to access my mental areas for coming up with something that can be an abstract or philosophical reference to uneven that I can elaborate on. Its not easy. Not for now. So I start with the antonym for uneven which is even. And I am faced with the question what is even? Even numbers. Even this is not easy. 🙂

Even refers to the Panchgani flatlands in Maharashtra.

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Panchgani

Famous for horse rides atop a flatland of a mountain. So basically I derive my answer here.

If the flatlands are worth mentioning then that leaves most areas on earth as ‘uneven’. So uneven is the nature of nature. Uneven is also a bilateral symmetry. This I believe personally. That every beautiful symmetry I have witnessed was so, because something was being uneven in it. Uneven is also my breath. Our lives, our beds, our feelings.

The heart beat monitor is an example of uneven breaths and the line with its ups and downs that signifies life.

I like things uneven. I have no desire to even anything. My smile is uneven; just as the most beautiful smiles in the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Daily Prompt: Festive

via Daily Prompt: Festive

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Festive is my mood, my spirit. Festive is the universe. I loved how I have begun to trust it more and more everyday with my life and choices and I just choose my joy. So everyday I challenge any preconceived notions I may have which invariably just add to self doubt and stop the self dead in tracks; and just witnessed how easy it becomes for the Universe to manifest your desires because they come straight and unadulterated.

The magic of this year is unveiling now. This year was beautiful. It all fits now. It was a year of letting go. Stay true. It will always be worth it.

Merry Christmas!

Cheers to New Beginnings

The changing face of Humanity

What is going on in the world? I am sure we are not even getting to know everything. The Syria destruction, Pakistan acting up, The Poland ban on abortion – what point do people want to make.

Have we reached the end of the dreadful word called Hope. I say so because hope is a drug which worsens the consequences waiting for hopeful things to happen.

By this age, it is 2016 today. I had thought that the world should progress and that there are countries where things will be much better than back in my country.

The Poland ban on abortion is a horror show. How can anyone ban abortion and for what? Will they take responsibility of every unwanted child and feed it? Most of the news seem like a tug of play done by people because it can be a source of entertainment rather than decisions really taken to better everyone’s living.

There are stories everyday that stray dogs are being killed mercilessly, puppies set on fire, some are crushed with a stone. It should have gotten better.

Women are in remarkable positions across the world. The very powerful and noteworthy Angela Merkel yet there is also gender discrimination and viral videos of women being brutally beaten for voicing out what they feel in a cosmopolitan city. It should have been better.

What the f is Anti Abortion? Is that a crime. Why is there all the focus on how people choose to live their life as if the ones in power are hungry to dictate their terms and want to have the same ghastly scenarios that prevailed before the dust of the World War 2 settled down.

Frankly. LGBT and single women and men, people living like hippies or choosing unconventional alternatives of having no children is a peaceful choice of their life. Its about letting it happen. But what seems to be fun is to not let it happen. SufferageI is that even a word. It seems tyrants are wanting to see someone suffer. Afterall not all content goes viral. Our hunger of 15 secs of fame has taken over our life. As if the game has become a tamasha that leaves an exclamation mark for maybe a few seconds before people move on to the next exciting piece of news.

The very candidates for the US Presidential elections reveal us what this world has come to. We enjoy Trump who can say anything and it makes news without logic, reasoning. Hillary Clinton..no comments. What has happened to Intellectuals and wise people.. have they gone in hiding from a world that rather wait & prepare for a Zombie apocalypse than solve the climate change issues that are affecting our lives as we breathe.

All channels across my paid HDTV connection show me a larger than life hero in the form of Gurmeet Ram Rahim Singh as MSG – Messenger of God against whom you cannot say anything because he has made the transition to the big screen from the ever sensitive industry of Religion.

Not even getting started on the non reported violence of bomb explosions that go off everyday mostly in hospitals and schools now than ever. Of a part of India, beautiful but totally cut off from news – North East and their issues.

There was a time I thought when this happens, there shall be a better place in this world that I will escape to. I have to admit there is no ‘Hope’ anymore.

 

 

 

The concern of label

 

I have a distinct thought I want to address when I used my blog name to be unlabel it.

I have always hated labels or trying to put things in a box to suit categorization. Its a need when it comes to organization but there are so many aspects of the human behaviour and lives overall where labels just perform the work of restricting individual contribution.

I dedicate this first post to my mother who is so concerned with labels she can’t see me for who I am. I guessing it is tough to love and relate to your child when they are someone who would not conform to convention.

There are some labels that I may love as well. I just believe they should not define who we are. And I welcome all those who would want to revel in learning and reading about things that are different from things have been.

Unlabel.