Relationships

It hurts to see people hating you,
and when you don't know why?

Is it a glass or a mirror that
I see between us?
Am I seeing you or myself,
When I see the hate in your eyes?

I hate myself when I see the hate in your eyes.
I hate the 'falseness'
that you make me feel.

I sometimes wonder if what you feel is true and
I am all that?
I am lost as lost can be.
Why did it get to this place
Where we can no longer see eye to eye.

You are not my choice, neither am I yours,
You are neither my pride, neither I yours,
You will never trust me, neither will I.

But, you have something you love,
Which is my love too.
It feels like we are pulling each other and pushing each other too.

Why this struggle?
Why can't it be a ride?
Why is life so hostile?
When it could have been otherwise?

-S.

Answers?

Am I your choice or your chance?
Am I your wish or your vanity?
your pride, I am not,
your hopes I cannot be.

Am I your strength or your weakness?
Am I your breath or your regret?
Will you miss me when I am not?
Will I ever know when you do?

Who am I to you?

Do I still make you laugh?
Do I still make you hurt?
Do you still see life in me?
Am I still the same to you?

Will you ever tell me your mind?
Will you ever let me know,
When I am no longer yours,
Or will it always be a million questions echoing in my heart?

Who am I to you?
What am I to you?
Am I the same as I was to you?
Will I ever know?
Will I ever know?
Will I ever know?
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.-S.

Our new guest!

Announcing the arrival of a new guest!

Hold on, before you let your imagination run a riot…!
It’s raining, the cyclonic weather here is continuing for the past 24 hours and all of us are locked inside our homes, looking out at this downpour and gloomy weather. Our boredom was broken by the cries of a kitten that seems to have lost its way. Searching incessantly for its mother (it seems) and scared of this cold and wet weather. We gave it some milk and it drank it and slept in a shoe box. A warm doormat was kept inside it. During the night we went around searching for it and to our surprise the cat has made its home inside our balcony. Adithi is thrilled and can hardly sleep; the first thing she wanted to know in the morning was about the little kitten….and there she is fretting over it like it’s her baby. So life is no longer dreary, we are enjoying this new arrival in spite of this horrid weather

I would like to talk about this place ‘Kavishaila’ which I visited in Sagara recently.

The inspiration point of the great Kannada poet simply stole my heart. This place has his poems engraved on rocks.

I was stunned by the Silence that resonates from this place.

This Silence is so loud and yet so soothing that it rings in not only your ears but also your heart even long after you leave this place. I was at a loss for words at the stillness that you see and feel here. Even ‘beautiful’ sounds too shallow a word to describe this place.

I feel the need to revisit this place in my memory again and again in order to experience that stillness of ‘Kavishaila’.

‘Kavishaila’ is an ode to the Silence that we all crave for in our lives.