Physiology Philosophy

beginning of life is a throb in the chest

rushing of blood through veins

that red liquid occupies the face

brain, tongue, throat and toes

heart pushes the blood with power and regularity

through miles of veins in the body

every tissue needs stuff carried by blood

may be oxygen or minerals

there is another substance being pushed through different channels in the body

which is not liquid

it is air

mixture of various gases

a little organ in the face pulls it in

through the inner pipes

to large lungs it is sent

in a very unlikely match

of air and liquid mix

energy rakes up 

and the body wakes up

it looks around to do something

if something is wrong

it has to be fixed

after you come in

door must be shut

it has to be opened in order to go out

for shopping

things have to be carried back

light up the fire

the food cooked and eaten

to supply stuff to survive

soon yet another function comes up

on the forehead, gathers appear

the brows bend to meet in center

eyes start to squint

a hum is heard in voice

the head tilts to a side

this is start of inquiry
is this right?

could it be better?

can it be more beautiful?

more efficient

more appealing

could it better for me

for them

for everyone

could i make many of these

could i make everyone happy

happier…

12 Feb, 2016

Lost Sync With Time

It so happened, the other day 😉

She wanted to meet me

She had been planning

Excited about the meeting

Making notes, calling, detailing

On ‘the’ day

My phone stayed close to me

In my pocket

The day opened…

Played its regular part

And downed the shutter

Without her call

What must have happened

I wondered

No cancellation, no sorry, no nothing

I hoped nothing was wrong :-/

It seems she just went away

Kind of vanished

I mean without meeting

Calling, informing

I don’t know after how long

One day

My phone beeped

The arrival of an email

Her email

🙂 in the ‘subject’ space!

I was taken aback

How dare she…

I read on,

“…it was such fun meeting you

To our good luck

The weather was so pleasant

The moon was a pretty arc

Sky full of stars

Because it was rather dark

I remember an unknown fragrance

That wafted around like an ocean

I was sure it was your scent…”

I was totally zapped

All this was utterly strange

Such detailed description!

About that never happened :-/

She had never called me

I never went there

Anywhere, nowhere

I never met her

The moon, stars, weather

Were all part of her…

Her own story,

She floated the fragrance,

And made a moon crescent,

Then scattered the stars,

Because it was rather dark?

I need to sort this out

On my own

With help from no one

I read the mail again

And yet again

How can this be?

More over why would she?

Would anyone do this to a friend?

Could something be wrong?

With me? I mean.

Could it be that

Have I lost the sync

Between me and my time

Have we both separated?

The link degenerated

Am I on my own here

While the time travels elsewhere 

Has it ever happened?

Or could it at all happen?

It seems I am suffering

From a yet un-discovered sickness

That has discovered me

I started watching

Everyone, everything

All around

Finally it dawned

Time had left me alone

I was now on my own

What I was to do yesterday

The previous day

Or even earlier days

Had already been done

That day in question 

A few days back,

Was already in the pack.

10 Feb, 2016

Watching Their Dreams

Around 5 every morning, my watchman’s phone rings for more than half an hour or more.

But he must be sound asleep.

Everything is so quiet at that time, that that faint phone ring is the only sound that I hear.

It’s a beautiful soft ring tone, as though someone close is trying to wake him up.

So surreal.

The call most likely would be from his young wife from his village or his mother.

5 am is good time to speak.

A heart to heart chat is possible between the two.

It raises many emotions rise inside me, tenderness, love, affection, feeling of missing a person, desperation…

Every morning the phone rings and I go through cache of all the emotions feeling equally affected.

15 Dec, 2015