Clouds in the valley...

It is January - that season that ushers in a human-made need for change in the name of resolutions.  Change is a good thing; resolutions are then not a bad segue to bring them forth. I was watching people speak of their resolutions on television, one of which caught my attention and made me ruminate. A middle-aged woman said she resolved to be more happy in this new year. And I began to think, can you will yourself to be happier? I thought long over a ruddy sunset, and realized it is perhaps the easiest way to be happy - to resolve, pledge, want, will, desire to be happy, and remind yourself every day, that you need to be happy. Bizarre as it may sound, happiness is more of a habit, a process where you cultivate yourself - and thus a cause, rather than an effect. Many of us make the fallacy of tying happiness to outcomes, which are more often than not, few and far between, and mostly materialistic.. Then, there are that many BMWs one can buy and that many fancy tiramisus one can de...

No matter how bright these days, Sunsets are never the same; For the colours float in forlorn eyes – What’s then left, to seek in empty skies? Until one day, you go back again And realise, home cannot be found Not back, not anywhere, ever again For home was a yesterday lost in the rain   They have all moved on with their lives, Left - the din of a sepia world, The heartfelt warmth of sunset days Exists no more, not in ochre time or space   We are then, all in lost exile In islands carved out of our sojourn seas, The cost we paid to think we are free Moving on and ahead, so listlessly…   We are then, all in lost exile Hiraeth in every cup of life, One more look to the western skies, Are those new colours? A handful of us realise…   22 nd Jan’2022

    In meadows green, above the hills, I heard the cowherd play – His flute divine, it healed the world And took my pains away   ‘Where did you learn these godly notes? That from your flute unfurled?’ ‘ The magic lies inside,’ he said, ‘For this flute can change your world.’   ‘You play this flute and make your wish, And your wish will then come true The world, the wind, the waves and all Will bow, listen to you.’   The selfish trader inside me, Then tried to make a deal, I threw a heap of gold at him, That magic flute to steal   That simple cowherd overjoyed To touch ingots of gold, While I walked away with a magic flute For new days to unfold   I ran at once to the village square, I had to usher change, I played the flute and felt its vibes Though the notes were twisted, strange   And one by one, my hamlet changed Exactly as my crave, I was the ruler new, at once Almighty, noble, ...