Being Alive

Buzzing with Life
I have beeen quite busy
and well, you can say 
also a bit of lazy…
.
Medications play their role
and I am safer this time 
not going down that 
same old rabbit hole.
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Here’s what I do
I call it My Routine
for now.
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I go to school,
learn, read, and teach.
Around two in the noon
-it’s time for me to come home –
yes, I reach.
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Then, I don’t know?!?
I eat and drink some
after which I rest a bit.
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Later, I am yet unsure!
How time plays its game
on its very own…
I create a bit and write very little;
I also exercise
and mostly listen to some
beautiful songs.
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Yeah, it’s just this.
Just all this and a little bit of that too
There’s much said than I do
But yes, I am fine
& I love my life!
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How about you?
Lots of love
N

Phase in my Life

Though tired of my falls and the rise
I think, I have sort of acclimatised
to the life I have inside me and 
the life outside of me.

It still amuses me
how interesting a life can be
that has cycles of 
depression
aggression
repression, regression,
and various other ‘shuns’
turning into 
progression
satisfaction
minus the expectation(s)
Will this lead to an exhilaration?
Well, that isn’t the question.
At least,
not in the moment.
Yes,
some things lie dormant
but of course,
life can never be stagnant
… not for me
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this life is, i think…
in fact a strange juxtaposition.

What is Love

What is love?

I don’t want to make it a question
I don’t want to take it as an equation
So, how about
I put it this way-
What is love.
or this way-
What is love (.)
Well, rather it best suits
if I just say Love
No question marks, no boundaries,
No full-stops and no inverted commas either.
A capital L is okay, I guess.

Many a times people have asked me.

‘Why me? I have no specific answers.’
Being the person I am, I go with the flow
I trust, and what the future holds
I never want to know.

Love is something that can not really be defined
It is that little something which isn’t even blind
It is  awareness and it is self growth
It doesn’t creep upon you as a moth.

If it’s a man-woman kind of love
It wraps you.
Yes, love will always want to possess
It expects, it responds, it gives you the highs
And the lows to create a bond.

It will make you go through emotions
An array of all the possible emotions
But does that mean it restrains?
Or tie you down to just REMAIN?
It is then time to look beyond that upper layer of love
Uncover the depths, move towards burying the surface
Reveal the source.
Meanwhile,
It might come as something that makes you go through
The best and the worst of you and
In you.

I believe,
It is a feeling, an experience– a bigger something
that is the root of everything in our universe.

Not many would understand it, possibly because
Their experiences made them averse.
Averse to the emotion but definitely not averse to the feeling.

It is a feeling as repeatedly I say or type here
I know not if it is felt there
Love seals, love heals.

Love is the spring, the origin of just about everything.
It is not a concept or a mystery to be solved
It has made generations evolve physically
It is taken as generic and mostly answered typically or cynically.

But it is actually infinite, love sets a fire that ignites
The inner you, the real you, the surreal you.
It is a connection, joy and affection with its share of other emotions
As a human experiences it through,
But it certainly doesn’t cease to burn or shine, it doesn’t die.
It gives you the strength to fly, to rise high above all desires
It isn’t to be confused with lust or that passionate fire!

I don’t know if I am making sense
I analyse nothing as such
I feel, I be, I give, I sprinkle it around
Not expecting, it should turn around.

Darn! That is enough for me to go on something
that can NEVER be captured or explained or generalised into words.
So, I shall stop.

However, I have to emphasise;
For me , I believe love is a liberation
It is liberating…
Never fleeting.

(The end without a full stop)
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