Visual Verse #6

Yet another Sonder Street 

Amidst the heart of the city
Frozen with the scent of fermented drinks
Blistered with the laughter of young voices
For the muscles frowned in ache
For the books in hand weighed down with content
Yet another promise broke
Of not finding my way to the books
Until what was had been attended to
Yet, they found its way to me
Not my fault, yes?

Amidst cheerful strangers and frowning unknowns
With the kids gleaming on their desserts
With the adults pulling off an adult(ness)
Adult(ness) of ignorance and routine

A 12 year old intending to sell

Unaware if I had the necessity

The book society I craved to visit

Winked from afar

A lukewarm color for it remain closed

Not today, maybe?

Amidst the hullabaloo 

There lay a wall

Paint scraped

The freshness thumped

Black and gray peeping through the gum

Adorning it was a marvel

Theatre, music, poetry, expressions

Some events gone by 

Some events yet to come

But, events, events. 

©Deekshita Srinivas
10th August 2016 

Chaos.

The nameless waves, Goa 2016

The mind is in Chaos.
Like the rugged crease of a wave.
Like the boulder that stays put all along.
Like the grim and the bright.

Yet.

Beauty in the chaos.
Like the hush of the wave on reaching the shore.
Like the magic trapped in a soap bubble.
Like the smile through the welled up eye.

Ricocheting between what was and what is, Chaos, has metamorphosed from something absolutely dreadful to a tranquil. How beautiful is chaos? If the merging of a blue and a green water color is beautiful, so is the chaos. In times that one is uncertain, chaos is the savior to stir things again, a new direction, a new perspective, a new hope.

Chaos found its way to me today.
Un-attended.
Un-informed.
Un-expected.

In a chaotic form, so overwhelmingly amazing, that it craved to be written about.
To, all the chaos in each and every sonder.
To, the nameless waves that radiate happiness.
To, my chaotic self.

:)

©Deekshita Srinivas
1st August 2016