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