Million degrees of separation

There can be bits and pieces of what the writer might have felt personally in the past. But for most parts, it’s the character analysis that the writer has been doing since the past couple of weeks, considering that she has been watching quite a lot of movies for a change. So, spare her the horror of self-expression here.

Six Degrees of Separation is a theory that was first introduced in 1929 by a Hungarian writer named Frigyes Karinthy, in his short story called ‘Chains’. This is now a worldwide accepted theory which states that any person living on the planet earth can meet any other person with a maximum of six or fewer mutual connections.

Now how cool does that sound? How cool is this idea that you and Michelle Obama or you and Oprah Winfrey need just 6 levels of connections in order for you to get in touch with them? But, but I’m not going there at all. Today, my concern is different, my concern is you.

you, the one that brings fire all around her
you, who can make her world just fine after an earthquake
you, who had the capacity to make her breathe
you, who made her and broke her in ways that she never imagined
you, just the idea of whom is enough to get her through so many things in life
you, the star-crossed love of her life
maybe it was an illusion
but she felt connected to you, strongly
a million things going on inside that head
about things that were gone
and she knew it was killing you
she wanted to know
but she was afraid it would kill her as well
the place you hold in her life
the same place was held by someone else in your life

And she can’t use her six degrees of connection to reach you because you act like you’re living under a rock with no idea about all this. You make this theory fail when the subjects are you both, because you have created a million levels of separation between each other.

time and again, she kept her ego behind you,
but it became less about her ego
and more about losing herself
she assumed she’d continue to love you
but a tragedy followed
she fell in love, fell in love with her
and it can never be you again
she might still smile at your name
but no, not falling for those sleepless nights again
and here, the quests for her sweet existence begin now

If My Words Could Materialize

if my words could materialize
i would write,
i would write love
and you would gently fall for me,
i would say sleep
and you would dream, dream of me,
should i write lips next?
would a smile start to play on your lips then?
what about music? if i write music,
would you listen to Sinatra from my sleepless nights?
if i write unlove, would you fall out of love?
would that kill me, kill me one more time?
but then i would craftily remove “un” from unlove,
and see if the magic begins,
alas, i would command the words to perish
and let you be, my treasure!

Words, Symbols and Life

Words are but symbols for the relations of things to one another and to us; nowhere do they touch on absolute truth”  – Nietzsche

Words and symbols are an important part of our life. They are not just a medium to communicate but also a means to flood our thoughts with exquisite ideas and notions. I’ve tried to explain some of those words and symbols. These words and symbols explained here are my personal picks and if the reader has their own favourites, I would love to know those in the comment section. *Felt weird writing that*

Disclaimer: I’ve tried to take pictures with every entry and apologies in case the words are not legible.

1) Peace Sign: Peace Symbol or Peace Sign, generally representing world peace was made popular by Picasso after WW II. This symbol was later used by the activists all over the world to oppose nuclear power.

2) Trouvaille: A word of French origin which means a lucky find or something lovely discovered by chance.

3) Ichthus Fish: Ichthus is a greek word for fish, a prevalent symbol in Christianity. It was introduced from Egypt, which was a populated seaport back in the days and the symbol was first used by the people of the sea as a depiction of a familiar deity, in this case, Jesus Christ.

4) Pentagram: A five pointed star symbolising the five elements of life – fire, earth, metal, water and wood.

5) Desiderium: An ardent desire or longing especially a feeling of loss or grief for something lost.

6) Triskelion Symbol: A Celtic symbol appearing to be in a constant forward motion depicting both fierce and friendly competition. In broader sense it also symbolises the ever-moving cycle that exists in life.

7) Anagepesis: A word of Greek origin which means a loss of feelings for someone who was formerly loved; falling out of love.

That’s it. Thanks for stopping by, happy quarantining!

Love in the time of Covid-19

It has been a difficult time for the world lately and we need each other for support right now, with social distancing of course. The world needs love and care. While most of us might be at our homes, secured with our jobs and stocked up with food, let’s not forget about the unprivileged who don’t have the luxury to work from home or to stock food in abundance. Let’s not forget our responsibility here.

Speaking of myself, unfortunately I couldn’t be at home with family around this time. But here I am, trying to make the most of this lone time, learning to love myself. Mostly trying hard to write. But on a day when I can’t write, I click. Here are some of the self-portraits I clicked today while listening to Steve Vai and Pearl Jam on loop. Let’s embrace self love during this time of pandemic.

Unfinished

if i’ll ever be a poet
you’ll be the poem i’ll engrave,
you are the art i’ll eternally draw
if i ever become an artist,
i try to take snapshots of the innate objects
but my pictures crave you
and the depth of your soul,
darling you, you alone are the inspiration
behind my good deeds and my bad deeds,
the idea of you, even if you’re somewhere far away
is enough to get me through so many things in life,
most stories shaped us all with an expectation of endings
mostly happy endings,
but you, with your untouched charm
enlightened me with the notion that
unfinished stories can be fulfilling too

Apocalypse

Writing from my bed as I sit here for eleven hours at a stretch, with such an apocalyptic feel surrounding the world currently. To many more world poetry days in the years to come!

created a checklist of all the sufferings
you were remembered a lot today,
i solved a puzzle
fleeting away and staying forever
equidistant,
this tale of growing distances is unbreakable
beyond you, i sense nothing,
शिकवा नहीं
अर्ज़-ए-तमन्ना, सिर्फ इक मुलाकात की

Endless

nighttime at 3, the moon on his chariot
i behold the light, i behold the sooth,
after a battle, i fall into lifelessness
dreams show me the veracity,
whilst the sleep gets over
another struggle begins,
i see mine own conscious
unwillingness to accept the dreamy guidance,
falling back to you, my galaxy of stars
and all I receive is darkness

Visitor

the mountains, my confidante
i sit amidst trees and ponder,
the wind, the river, the farms
tired chatters with the inanimate pieces,
a swift interruption, a stranger in brown hat
holding a cigar, grey wisdom visible,
mid-forties, I presumed,
“what brings you here”, I asked courteously
“i often visit to celebrate life”, she whispered
walking towards her spot as she sat near a tree
“what’s the occasion if I may ask?”
“a celebration of human detachment”, she replied
i tried to contemplate and retained my silence
“what makes you afraid?”, she asked
“of never being able to find a lover”, I answered
“time will teach, you’re as good without one”, the wisdom replied
silence again,
together amidst trees, as we stare at the flowing river,
parted ways, awaiting validation
a toast to life