Tag: nature

  • Late Night Reflections: Nature and Nostalgia

    Yesterday evening at around 5:30, I went to the river. Sat there for almost three hours. When I looked at the gently flowing river, I felt my heartbeat slowing. I’m glad that there are places in nature that offer such silence. It isn’t the kind of silence that one fears. I sat near the flowing waters and meditated. Before last couple of months, I used to go there every weekend. I missed going there and yesterday evening, I was so glad to be back there.

    Sometimes the evidence of divine is experienced but not in the ways in which a logical mind would understand. Not everything in this world seems logical. I feel that not everything in this world has to be logical. The most bizarre experiences of our lives keep challenging our logical frameworks. When I sat near the river with closed eyes, I felt this profound stillness within me. Everything fell quiet.

    After sunset, I drove to a bar nearby. Had a beer and roasted fish while I listened to some old melodies from the 90s. I love to sit in places that do not bother me. I love cafes and eateries that aren’t too crowded, and so I do not have to be in a rush to eat and pay bill and leave. I like to take my time. I like to observe things around me. I like to talk a bit with strangers. I do not want to do much of other stuff.

    I returned home at around 9 at night. On my laptop, I saw these people from the 8th century raiding and massacring everywhere. They’re popularly known as Vikings. Not much of anything else was done that night.

    Tomic

  • Birdsongs.

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    twilight wind carries everywhere

    birdsongs

    trees are hanging from the sky

    penetrating these walls

    their roots rising from my fingertips

    I could have sipped all this dirty water

    that was clean before it fell down

    sometimes, traveling miles gives nothing

    other than vast green fields and no talks

    birdsongs die and gold washes away

    from the sky.

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  • With half eyes.

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    The clouds seem unreachable, but are they? With this thought, I continue to look at them as they change colours and form and positions, as I change my own position and strive to become formless. I close my eyes, sometimes that enables me to listen to my own breath and feel how it empties me and fills me in no time, again and again. It doesn’t get tired like I do. The sunlight makes me dizzy. Only if the sun hung like this for an hour and kept shining on me like it does right now. But that won’t be happening. Night will come and I wonder what I will be doing then.

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  • On that stretch of road.

    three kilometres from here is a long, wide road

    made of cement

    it is not very long but long enough

    it is another world driving on that stretch of road

    the air is so pure, if I close my eyes I become calm in a second

    thousands cross that road each day but nobody stops on it

    and takes a moment to just breathe

    and listen to the nature’s song

    I go there sometimes

    what I fail to find here, I desire to find it there

    sometimes, the sunset is short.

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  • The ache travels upward.

    An ant tries to find a way. A cleaning mop dries in the open. Three gigantic puffs of cloud are drifting west. Soon they will envelop the sun, and when they do, the sunrays won’t be able to reach me. On the street in front, a boy caught a bird, it is as flat as anything could be. No width, no height, no eyes. The boy is trying to make it fly. It is so light, so lifeless. The boy steps onto it as he waits for his friend. The three clouds have become one in no time. You cannot say which was which as they all flow together. The sky turned golden for five minutes. Now the light is getting pulled away from here, going down with the hot ball. A cloud burns red as the sun falls through it, making a hole in its stomach. When I look up, it looks like somebody crumpled the whole sky. As I decide to sit longer, all the movement as in now begins to cease.

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  • Sitting outside.

    when has this sky bled so beautifully

    as it is bleeding right now

    its blood was golden a while ago

    a few looked at it like I did

    now the blood has travelled beyond those mountains

    that I will never reach,

    not today.

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