We all are in a rush, floating over rough roads, railed tracks and convex flyovers with the intermittent revolutions of circular wheels.
I sometimes sitting in these mobile machines, plugged into doping Rock & Roll, sometimes peek through the windows. The tracks are laden with varied vehicles, running by the help of there circular legs. The speed varies as the number of mobiles increase “traffic” we call it, a simplistic definition that captures the density and state on the road. Everyone of them placed like a jigsaw puzzle on the track, but this state of synchrony soon gets disturbed by some unruly un-regimented machines. What comes out as a result is a Jam; a name synonymous with stillness, commotion and frustration.
But it is the motion that amazes us not stillness. As humans we craves for change, evolution, revolution, innovation. Seems there is some action in these letters "tion” ...
Sitting idyllically for a while, hoping my watch needle drives me out of this stillness.... The Jam clears.
In the rhythm again…
The mellifluous cadence and high notes start flowing through my ear buds, I give a squinting glance through the bus's mirror and watch over the moving, the vehicles appear like static boxes moving in constant relativist motion to each other. But I lower my eyes at the circling wheels, they push me into a state of activity .
Rolling over… embossing rubber traces on the charcoal clad roads like footprints on wet soil. Their spirit excites me, oscillating with each strand in tipsy-turvy motion like the endless circle of karma; all firmly dictated by the firm axle. Jumping over rugged pot holes, bruising themselves over rough roads; and still maintaining their indomitable spirit of rolling .
With the musical rhapsody gently absorbing the inside of my ears and sights of the dance of spirited wheels, I stay calm; a feeling of satisfaction and an emotional high grips me.
Can non living objects in turnstile motion inspire you?
Circular rings of steel circumscribed by an inflated ring of rubber... Maybe I am insane!
Or maybe we humans just crave for a moment of happiness and a cheer.
Cheers!
Incomplete silence
layers
and melody
Incomplete loss
time
and totality
Incomplete lies
spaces
and me
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Falling short of something is a strange feeling. You are not sure whether you should be happy about the fact that you made it so far, or crash down thinking that it was so close. Incomplete is a perceptive word. Half full, is also at the same time half empty.
There is a silence that sometimes engulfs me between thoughts and its incompleteness leave me wondering. Its neither a silence of wordlessness nor that of thoughtlessness. Its something in between, just hanging there. And I am not sure what lies beyond....
I travel along the long road
I see my shadow following me…
Desperate, eager to overshadow me
I travel along the long road
Triumphant, joyous I feel. I won.
I change my path,I travel along;
Now I see myself following my own shadow…
Desperate, eager I run down;No avail!
My shadow-my own shadow, shadowed me over…
Triumphant, joyous she feels. She won!
The sun goes down
So does my shadow
Now I walk down all alone
Only to realize that
Victory and Failure; joy and sorrow;
Are inseparable!
I change my path…
I travel down the long road…
Triumphant, joyous! I feel I am born!