Whispering Thoughts

Because this life is all but Atoms of carbon and hydrogen Woven creatively, And working through Intricate mesh of chemical reactions, Releasing and absorbing energy In a synchronized manner. A huge complicated atomic cluster Put together For an infinitesimally Small moment. A couple of breaths. The rise and fall of chest. Beyond that? Zilch. Zero. Cipher. And nix as it may be, It is this rhythm, Now rising now falling, That determines Our stay here. Because It is this Movement of diaphragm alone That matters To those who know the trade of medicine ... Linking with Five Minute Friday : Because

So I sit again, In pleasant morning air, Ready to inspect The wasted soul, To make sense of My time and My journey here, To set the red hollow In tandem with The grey matter. But The light eludes. All I feel is The echo Of the day And its clutter, Smothered thoughts And Muffled words. Thousands waves Rip through My veins. The silence lures But evades. The session ends Abruptly. Things look Much the same But yonder. And slowly, The day unfolds. With the Cantankerous clamour, Pregnant with Possibilities and plausibilities, Returning. Mechanic motions Assure breathing Whither living? Unanswered. Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Inspect

The veil of the black night Does not inconvenience me. I am not scared of What conspires beneath the Dark envelope. But. It is the shadows Lurking in the Sleepy squares And quiet corners That unsettle me. The murmurs of the night, The susurrations, Of course! Unintelligible. The mysteries Of the sunlight hours Come to Plague the hours of darkness. The hushed conspiracies Stirring up In The buzz of katydid Echoing In the silent hours. The unfathomable Comes to haunt. And yet intrigues. Conscious of Every single footstep, Black-eyes on prowl, Ominous rumblings, The fascinations tempt And Finally Undo me. Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Black And It is a blog hop:

Ready. Not yet. So basically I will be Making an effort To make sense out of Hurried words Put together. Hopefully Something comprehensive Will be weaved. Though chances look bleak. But as they say Effort counts. But I am not sure If I should write about goodbyes Or good mornings. About not being ready to say goodbye To promises whispered Under the stary skies Or being ready to face new beginnings In the golden tint of sun. I don't know if reverberating silence Will inspire me Or ... Linking with Five Minute Friday: Ready

The hushed beating of Lilting desires. The twilight crawling With Muted footfalls. And beneath the Darkening skies, The blank canvas Coming alive with The fond caresses. Now, Its just cold rain And shivers running down the spine. When the silence surrounds, The rhythm Of yearnings resonates, Warm embraces Linger in the air, And The verbosity, And the suppressed Hang heavy. In the quest To become whole, I lost myself Like the Frigid foaming waves, Rolling, crashing And Breaking at shores. Over and over again. The wounds still bleed, Low, Dim moans escape. And dreams Are occasionally Splashed With passionate undertones. Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Quest

The loud whispers Over the Shunting clamour, The blurred landscapes, The varied hues, From dusty browns To lush greens To brick rusts And concrete greys The timelessness of acres Mixed with The bustling kilometers Far and few, The unsophisticated amiability, The numerous tales unfolding Over The sparkling speed of wheels, Some journeys Cherished for their ends And Some for the story they weave. Linking with Five minute Friday : Whisper

Busy Tuesday morning at crossroad. A familiar but unintelligible grumble drowned in the blaring horns. A mini traffic jam. Struggling cars. Unspared revilements. Scared, rooted, numb. The mind busy working its way out. The gruff voice again. This time closer. Instinctively I look up. And there he was. Balancing himself strategically on his crutches. His speech totally incomprehensible. He stood right in the middle, muttering, risking life and causing bedlam. Till I looked up. Gestured if I am fine. I smiled and nodded. And he moved on. Totally oblivious to blaring cacophony behind him. It had been a few days. Linking with Velvet Verbosity: 100 words: Gruff