Smelling of sweating me,
My dreams are not tired, no not yet!
Coloured in my hues,
My rainbows are not clouded, no not yet!
Dreams within rainbows, n rainbows within dreams,
There is no date, nor wait….be it destiny, be it death!
Is it me extracting life from life….
Or, is it the life extracting life from me?
–Adding years to life and life to my years….
with flowing love of loving n loved;
Enriching, uplifting my soul…
in the wonderland of words, music n movies created by great minds;
Soaking up its beauty & serenity like a sponge….
in the lap of glorious nature;
And never the one to miss a serendipitous moment….
devouring the fleeting ones with all my senses!
–The daily dose of chocolates n occasional wine-sipping,
The hedonist in my heart….
small sins n peccadilloes indulging,
Allowing none nor a moment to interfere….
the pleasures like a greedy child I keep stealing!
–Consuming all its juices n every ounce of its nectar….
and exploring its glory n splendour wide n far,
Is it me extracting life from life ….
Or, is it the life extracting life from me?
Is it me then, in Thoreau’s beautiful words:
“….to front only the essential facts of life,
and see if i could not learn what it had to teach,
and not, when i came to die, discover that i had not lived.
….to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life…
to cut a broad swath and shave close,
to drive life into a corner,
and reduce it to its lowest terms.”
My walk outside takes me Inside !
My walk defines me, my life. It gives me my identity in relationship to others and to the world. It is my mirror…concave and convex….mirroring my soul and the world within.
My walk has become my search, my quest…..to find meaning, to understand relationships, to know myself.
It makes me reflect, induces my thoughts, gives me ideas. It allows me to peer into myself, look at others closely, and dwell upon my relationships with people, places, events, the world and the nature. It provides me perspective for my life and times. Each walk becomes a journey of life and takes me down the memory lanes. It rejuvenates me… It heals the soul, cleans the mind, repairs the body.
I began walking with physical fitness in mind but along the way walking became incidental and thoughts began to creep in and it became a ritual of contemplation, of reflection, of thoughts…good, bad n ugly.
I have been walking for as long as I can remember. And as I walk, words form incessantly in my mind and turn into thoughts. And the thoughts overflow….as if my thoughts have suddenly got legs and they run ahead of me uncontrollably, and I am always in the catching-up game.
When I walk, I am one with myself and also one with my family, friends, the world. My walking thoughts take me to places near and far….i think of things, people, places, of relationships, of happenings…. in the recent past or from the deep recess of the past, of times forgotten. Memories come flooding….. Nostalgic memories of love and separations, of laughter & tears, of joy & tragedies, of solitude and togetherness, of times happy and sad.
Walk takes me to my past. Walk travels with me to my future. Walk walks with me in my present. Questions come in floods…what I was, what I am and where am I going….
While mind is on its own journeys, the fresh cool wind caresses and invigorates my body, touches me tantalizingly. When the soothing first rays of the dawn touch me, John Denver sing for me “Sunshine on my shoulder makes me happy…”, and I sing along. Chirping birds, dancing butterflies, many splendoured sky with myriad hues…. the sights, the sounds, the smells…so enchanting, mesmerizing. Oh….how nature touches, teases, teaches !
And the music while walking sounds so heavenly.… paradise lost is regained by listening to a Beethoven, a Mozart, a Chopin…
My walks also take me closer to the finest minds and the beauty of their written words, their ideas. The greats such as Russel, Huxley, Shakespeare, Hemingway and many more.
In childhood we used to recite: “Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.” Well, my walk has compelled me to open my eyes early and helped me in controlling my weight, but neither am I wealthy nor wise. The early bird is yet to catch any worm. In fact, I have seen and known many wealthy persons who are perpetually late and lazy. Considering my credentials as a ‘Walker’, I wonder whether I will qualify as brand ambassador of “Johny Walker” and get unending n uninterrupted supply of this famous Scotch Whisky.
When I walk, the mind makes resolutions, action plans…some I act upon, mostly are forgotten. I wonder whether I ‘walk the talk’ or it’s all phantom fantasy of the “ghost who walks”. In my “walk of life”, there is ‘action’, and there is ‘motion’, but not of “Dire Straits” kind : )
Thinking of the people petty and hypocrite, my mind asks them to ‘take a walk’….but never with me. Love the wit of Noel Coward : “I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people I dislike”.
I observe other walkers and joggers and try to fathom what must be going on in their minds. I look at the dogs on the leash and imagine what if human beings were on the leash held by the Dog….. the scenarios from George Orwell’s “Animal Farm”.
I dwell upon the news…..the news about racism, the killings, the rapes, the political buffoonery and chicanery, the climate change: and how the world is divided over every thing…matters which matter and matters which do not matter: makes me sad and I think about the future of the country, the world and its people. And I think about the fake news… its repercussions….how it poisons our minds and by repeating over and over again how false becomes the truth and truth becomes a lie. Reminds me of a quote I read somewhere: “ We were all humans until: Race disconnected us, Religion separated us, Politics divided us, Wealth classified us…”
And while I walk, at times I observe the poor, the old and the young… …cold and shivering, hungry and thirsty…..homeless, hopeless the helpless…and I think of the ever-increasing divide between the rich and the poor and why the successive governments have not been able to do something for them. I think of the good samaritans who selflessly extend a helping hand…by a kind smile, by giving food to the hungry, medicine to the sick, blanket to the cold.
And I think of revolutionary ideas, to bring about change in the world…and feel so useless, unworthy and ordinary.
And I ponder about myself, my world, my being, my body, my mind, habits, wants, desires, role, my failures…but not about success because i have none. I reflect upon the time lost, opportunities not taken…what could have been, what I could have been…
And I reflect on the relationships, …parents, children, wife, siblings, friends…..and the fragility and strength of these. And I think of human nature, its kindness and meanness, the trust and the treachery, and how time heals…slowly but surely.
And I think of life and times, of separation and of death. I think of the people so very dear who drifted away, the people who were close and passed away….my relationship with them, how they influenced me, what I meant to them.
Walking Mind plays strange tricks on my psyche and forces me to think of my death, of my near and dear ones…what will life be without them. I feel utterly sad and miserable. And I wonder whether they think of their own death, and how they face each other, or will face me or each other while facing death. Had written about “Morbid Thoughts” on this Blog earlier.
And I think of my disagreements, arguments and fights with my dear ones…and end up having a guilty feeling most of the time as to whether I did not do enough for them. At times I feel…I did my best and they are responsible for their lives…..conflicting thoughts indeed !
And in these walks, I imagine what if one very close to someone and always walking hand-in-hand- metaphorically and literally, turned treacherous? What if the good turned into bad, and beautiful into ugly? What if the fragile “Parijat” they admired together and smelt together and gave a handful to each other wilted, because the treachery of the one wilted their love? I recall Longfellow’s: “ The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark….” . So true indeed !
I think of human evolution and importance of walking in it, how we walk, how we differ from apes, in walking and otherwise. This thinking, contemplating walk encompasses all the dimensions of human evolution and existence: physical, biological, anthropological, historical, mental, psychological, philosophical, social, cultural, individual…. The microcosm of the whole world is with me when I walk.
Every day I walk, and every day it is the same…same sun, same trees, same paths, same people, same sights, smells and sounds. Yet every day it is different, every day it is changing…everyday everything is changing. And times are a’changing. Same is so different and different is so same.
Walk connects me, walk disconnects me. Walk takes me to the people I love and walk takes me away from some of them as I recall their treachery……but does it take me away really…? I feel my walks compel me, push me against my will into the vicinity of their thoughts..dark, gloomy, vicious.
And after a walk, I sit on the park bench and close my eyes and control my breath…a sort of very basic meditation where I try to drive all my thoughts away…though I succeed very little…this is the time when I feel at peace with myself and with the world. After this ritual, I tell myself that I am doing my best and there are things which are beyond my control, and very often remember this quote of Reinhold Niebuhr:
“Lord, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference”.
Whereas walking excites the mind, meditation calms. Walking generates plethora and procession of thoughts, the purpose of meditation seems to be to rein in the thought process. In walking the breath runs faster, in meditation breathing becomes very slow. The effect of the two is opposite, but for me both are interlinked and important. One leads to the other. In a way both the rituals compete as well as complement each other, but complete me and my identity.
I fight myself when I walk and I love myself when I walk. I am despondent and desolate, I am ecstatic and exuberant.
The solitude I experience during my walks, then, shapes my attitude towards life and times, about people and places….and myself, my being. And the mind always walks an extra mile.
Walk breathes life into me, it takes me closer to death!
My walk is Walk of Life…everyday, yet I cannot fathom life…What is here and now?…What is beyond and tomorrow ? The search is never complete, the journey never ends, as penned so beautifully by Rainer Maria Rilke:
“My eyes already touch the sunny hill,
Going far beyond the road I have begun,
So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp….”
“If I am not for myself, who will be for me ?
If I am for myself only, what am I ?
If not now- When ?” 🤔
– Talmudic Saying
O LIFE HOW YOU SEDUCE ME…
I LUST FOR YOU OR YOU LUST FOR ME ?
O voluptuous, sensuous life,
You suck me in your beautiful body, you devour me in your exuberant soul !
Your sights n smells, sounds n scents so exciting….
Your contours n curves, crannies n crevices so enticing…..
You engulf me like flames of forest fire !
You embrace me n kiss me with primal passion…
You dance in me and i dance inside you … with joy unbound n exhilaration….
A particle in whirlwind gyrating with gay abandon…..
O Life You inflame decadent desire !
O Life you tempt with hedonistic pleasure !
I swim in your waters, I dive in the depths of your valleys…
I climb your hills, I fathom your forests of lilys…
Life… you enthrall, you invigorate !
Life…you invite, you intoxicate !
Life….you energize, you stimulate !
You attract, you addict, you attack, you arrest !
You call, You seek, you beckon, you challenge !
O alluring fascinating Life, You charm me out of my wits,
I am eternally thirsty to drink the love-poison from your lips !
O Life you lure, you hunt, you thrill…. n you kill….
And like a woman wily n wanton, you spoil !
Life dear, You enter my soul n my soul enters you to meet, merge n mate,
And how I cherish n our tempestuous relationship I celebrate !
OH LIFE HOW YOU SEDUCE ME….
I LUST FOR YOU AND YOU LUST FOR ME…
Hello friends. I am Niru Sarawgi. Through my blog i wish to share my thoughts about Life…….Life which is a rich canvass, a vibrant tapestry of infinite emotions n feelings having myriad colours, shades n hues…..scenes, scents n sounds…..overpowering the senses…filling the soul….drowning the very being !
I wish all of you a very happy and fulfilling new year.
My next blog is my first attempt at poetry on Seduction by Life. Hoping you will enjoy.
This is the post excerpt.
WELCOME TO MY WORDS-WORLD !
To Learn….To Unlearn,
To Know…..To Ignore,
To Remember….To Forget.
To Explore Beyond…To Search Within !
Through my blog i wish to share my thoughts about Life…….Life which is a rich canvass, a vibrant tapestry of infinite emotions n feelings having myriad colours, shades n hues…..scenes, scents n sounds…..overpowering the senses…filling the soul….drowning the very being !
My writings also reflect me, my identity, my character, the essence of which is captured so beautifully in these lines of Henry David Thoreau:
“….to front only the essential facts of life, and see if i could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when i came to die, discover that i had not lived.
….to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life…to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms. “
The picture i present here is both..the Sunset and the Sunrise…and everything else in-between that you can imagine! Same with my writings. To put it succinctly through this modified quote:
“There are things said and there are things unsaid, and in between are the doors of perception”
Hope you will enjoy the adventures and the flavours.
Keep coming back for more !