“Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of a miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of our reveries, and the convulsive movements of our consciences? This obsessive ideal springs above all from frequent contact with enormous cities, from the junction of their innumerable connections.” – Charles Baudelaire
At the junctions of our many connections we pause, reading signs and hearing echoes, as we anticipate the past, reminisce about the future and wait for the present..
Together, the unknown becomes an adventure, dizzying possibilities become delightful, and fear is allayed by comfort. To all friends, mates and companions who hold our hands through good and bad.
We need not go far and wide in search of rainbows, for rainbows are everywhere, hidden in plain sight, in every speck of light, and the humblest of prisms harbor within them the most magnificent of rainbows.
We need not go far and wide in search of rainbows, for rainbows are everywhere, hidden in plain sight, in every speck of light, and the humblest of prisms harbor within them the most magnificent of rainbows.
To conversations that waft up like petrichor after the rains, encompassing everything and nothing, distilling time and memories into a moment that lingers on..
Once upon a time…
Mend your broken shards with gold and silver
For they are not mere tombs that enshrine your loss
But new tales ready to be told
And the cells from which new life unfolds.
When you march to the beats of a different drummer, you know it is the only way because you can feel it running in your veins.
There are ties that bind and ties that set you free; entanglement sometimes ensnares you and at other times leads you out of labyrinths, be it the mythical labyrinth of Crete or the dizzying mazes of human conception.
Emerge from the chaos, emerge from the deep; emerge from the trance of this soporific dance..
There are more to things than meets the eye; curves harbor linearity and chaos entombs order; sometimes it takes a rearrangement of spaces and a defiance of memory for symmetry to re-emerge, once again.!
Hinglaz Bardoloi