atomic NirvaNa

Something is happening, a palpable sense of anticipation has slowly crept and hugged me… it seems, these days, I am on a continuous wait… a voice somewhere between dream and miracle keeps chiming in! All that you see is and all that you do and all that is there…is transient.

How I wish … I had some insulation against my self, some grounding for the electricity of the being is lest it gets to lethal degrees. I need some help with this coil … and nope, a genius of Nikola (may his soul rest in peace) too wouldn’t have done the magic.

From the sleep deprived colliding hours of days … I manage to steal some time off that clock tower … one Saturday afternoon. Two completely un-interrupted hours of road-side opera of family weekend cars and a background score of Mario Frangoulis’s “dreamlike” tenor; with arc lights of sun spilling from cerulean blue sky of Maidenhead. Crisp, green and laced with the "warmth" of cool breeze - typical of North Pole proximity; a July in Britain seems like what the doctor ordered. On the sidewalk bench of harvest hill road … I found my nirvana!

Some days like these, all I see is the sun. Everything bright and smiling; words perfectly in tune. Other days, my heart tunes into different frequencies; I just can’t seem keep the rain check on the gypsy inside. I do not get my sentences right, do not get the lines symmetrical.

I wake up, throw myself into work … and its twilight; the clock runs me out again! And then in some other dimensions … all I have for company is copious amount of minute hands.

See? Transient! The consistent inconsistency! The rogue and the gentry live together.

Aside: Hey people, all of you, who are here … (and I have never done this before, wonder why?) a big thank you! Times when I win the staring matches with my laptop screen and the times when its wild and frenzied keyboard sport… all those times and much more of colliding electrons … I dedicate to you, today!


CpRyt@NeerS

10 comments:

Casperbaba said...

"How I wish … I had some insulation against my self, some grounding for the electricity of the being is lest it gets to lethal degrees."

i wonder why would you wish something like this. The peace that finds within and with one's self is more honest than being on a weekend sidewalk. but then again its my POV.

"From the sleep deprived colliding hours of days … I manage to steal some time off that clock tower … one Saturday afternoon."

Ah!!! beautifull... simply beautiful. I can so identify with this phrase.

"Some days like these, all I see is the sun. Everything bright and smiling; words perfectly in tune. Other days, my heart tunes into different frequencies; I just can’t seem keep the rain check on the gypsy inside. I do not get my sentences right, do not get the lines symmetrical."

is it because you look for stability, symmetry and frequencies on the outside?

"See? Transient! The consistent inconsistency! The rogue and the gentry live together."

how simply you put those words together. :)

nd yes bout the "aside" part... ur most welcome. now a question. why do you think we visit you?

666 said...

Its quite an experience carefully and slowly reading your posts. The profundity of thought and analogies, metaphors are quite amazing. I admit i never quite fully follow your thoughts(I am not sure how many would figure out the Nicola part:-)

and then colliding electrons! haha.. good indeed. i personally love this form of 'convoluted metaphorical writing' but over the ages have tend to simplify and kind of lost it. But you please keep kicking ass here! :-) I am one dedicated reader.

Cheers

Sojourner said...

I was right, wasn't I (unwittingly)?, "Alien" ? :)
Awaiting the next fly by...

Priya said...

A post after a long gap. Hope all is fine at ur end girl? How was ur July 4th weekend.

Scribblers Inc said...

Now thats what I would truly call heavy...I sure would love going on walks which almost looks like what the doc prescribed...and maybe then I would get my share of the Nirvana Pie....

peace
Scribblers Inc.

Jaycee said...

Everything is transient in this world. The only thing constant is God...and "change."

" Two completely un-interrupted hours of road-side opera of family weekend cars and a background score of Mario Frangoulis’s “dreamlike” tenor; with arc lights of sun spilling from cerulean blue sky of Maidenhead..."

Beautiful Neers...just beautiful...(thanks for updating...lol)

Margie said...

Love your writing Neers!
Lovely as always!
Thank you!

Margie

Roy said...

Hii,

So what’s knocking at your ur door? Hope it’s so shiny there, you’re busy buying sunglasses!

Hmm, changed (all that jazz - tango begins ..)

I guess the salsa-affection is still keeps you doing tango… good!

No,no your writing with acerbit sense is still there but only one complain ..

“where is the poetry .. where?"

Cheers!
Roy

phatichar said...

Like the word-play here. :-)

Kuan Gung said...

Once again I find myself roaming through the deep lush forests of your penned genius drifting aloft in the magic of your imagery of existence. You weave a landscape of mysticism of a world where so many dwell. I'm convinced that soul of yours is indeed ancient, timeless and that shimmer of beauty always shines through that incredible mind.

As Longfellow once said, the heart like the mind has its memories, and in it are enshrined its most precious keepsakes"

You are certainly one of these keepsakes in this world. Warm Greetings...