Uncut Poetry

The universe keeps throwing contrasts to our lives, and expects us to walk with them, unfazed, taking them in our stride. And frankly, there is little choice.
 
We are making love, and in the next room a parent we love is taking her last breath. The spring outside our window is filling the world with its colour and aroma, and we lie ill, confined to a room. Someone we love dies, and the funeral passes a marriage procession. That's as cheesy as it can get, but so is the truth of life's contrasting metaphors.
 
The primary contradiction is often an unhappy outside life contrasting with a serene inner life. Or the attempt to lead a straightforward life in a toxic ecosystem.
However much we might wish for a peaceful life, the outer world keeps impinging with its urgencies, desires and insistencies. Even if we shut ourselves to all external influences - media, people, messages - we are bound to face the terror of ordinary things.
 
A very important component of this is always that we allow things to affect us. We are humans, after all.
 
But then, after being continuously battered, there is an inflection point, when we stop caring. And start learning to hear only one voice - the one inside us, unencumbered by the hard consonants (of the continuous commentary) of a forever-aggrieved world.
That's when we find the serenity inside of ourselves, completely inured to the slings and arrows, the aggressions and aggrieved nature of everyone and everything around.
 
Finally we understand that the world will always complaint, find reasons to protest, disrupt, throw grief at us when least expected.
 
That is the world's prerogative.
 
We need to find our peace, in our own way - in our lives, our passions, our inner worlds.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on what home can mean to us - 

Finding Home in Places We've Left Behind

Going Home

A Home Which is You

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Betelgeuse by Sascha Ende

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This is a repeat of one of my more popular poems, replayed here with a hope of getting a new audience, who might have missed it.
 
To awaken every morning is to reward oneself.
 
The day is desperate for us to discover it, to unravel its mysteries and find its surprises.
We do not have to fly or be special. We merely need to be excited.
 
Then we can see birds with new eyes, and feel the air on our skin. We can sit quietly, sip a cup, gaze out of the window, and know this is what it is to be alive.
 
An ordinary life.
 
Many things could happen, maybe nothing. We might go to office, a normal walk in the park, or spend time with a friend. Or maybe fall in love. It could all happen just now.
All this in one mere life.
 
To see the universe in the very fact of our own day. To know that things pass even as they happen. 
 
To know we can be anybody, anywhere, anytime, and find ourselves to be sundrop and stardust and moonglow.
 
All in one solitary life of breaths.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on how life is richer if it is slowed down- 

I Like the Ordinary Life

I Have Been Thinking of Life Again

Stealing Beauty

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Motivational soft piano meets cello by Horst Hoffman

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The other day I was reading a poem called "At Night, I Let All the Women Inside me Roam Around the House" by the marvellous poet Kelly Grace Thomas. And it made me realize how interweaved our lives are into a hundred other iterations of our own lives, and how so many unconnected things and occurrences in our world instantly become ours, how the tiniest things which might be happening because it is in their nature to do so, still find incredible resonance in our lives, reaffirming something inside us, making our lives better just by being. Thus a ray lightens us up, laughter emanating from across the room tells us how life can be randomly beautiful.
 
There is a point in our lives, when we grow infinitely comfortable with all the contradictions of all the people we are, and settle into the infinite variety of our complex beings. The indulgent father, the generous boss, the irritating spouse, the impatient son, the charming host, the omniscient friend. The hanuman chalisa chanter, non-indulgent to liberal hypocrisy, embraced of a thousand conspiracy theories, a doom scroller, the occasional hypocrite. An incomplete irritating occasionally loveable man, who is as ordinary as anybody in this world. Trying to keep body and soul together. And trying to live with all possible contradictions and possibilities. And surviving. And finding beauty in every wart.
 
And loving oneself and the world precisely because of it.
 

 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the kind of people we can be - 

What Do You Fear The Most?

Selfish

When We Are Tired of Hiding Our Stories

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Cinematic Angelical Upbeat Ambient by Musiclfiles

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Love is, finally, comfort. To talk, to tell the uncomfortable truth, to tell the story of the day, to share a silence, to share a film and disagree on it, to find a thing of beauty and to think of him.
 
We all need one such person, for us to find a resting place in our Sisyphean lives. Often I think a poet is merely that one person who is all alone in this world, putting her deepest concerns into words, which she has no one to share with.
 
To find couples so much at ease with each other - in film, fiction or real life - is to find god's finest benediction. Thats why I am convinced a Shiv/Parvati, a Krishna/Radha, a Ram/Sita work, not only because of their  devotion to each other, but the ability to communicate to each other. Ram faced opprobrium, told Sita about what townspeople were saying, and it changed the direction of the mythology. But the important thing which one misses out in this interaction is the ease which they had to talk to each other about uncomfortable topics. Regardless of where it would lead. Because in that deep abyss of consequence, you have to believe that whatever occurs is for the best.
 
But most importantly, devotion in a couple is a manifestation of life's possibilities, in the worst and best of times. It is to know that 'two' is both the natural and the best state of existence.
 
When everything fails, there is always someone who will either not judge, or judge and accept. And be there because that is what both are together for.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on the slow and long burn of love - 

I Can Be Your Poem

I Love You

A City Made of Our Sighs

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Aerobatics by Sascha Ende

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Relationships are so amorphous - and so complex. You can’t hold them in your palms, yet they can crumble in front of your very eyes.
 
I have no idea about the statistics or the studies, but all around me I see dead ties that persist. And I’m glad they do.
 
In a world where we demand perfect relationships and expect them to become shiny almost overnight, there is something worth remembering: relationships take time to find their richness, become their best - or, at their worst, become bearable.
 
I think most couples will agree that once the honeymoon is over, the toughest years are often the early ones. That’s when they discover that sharing space is vastly different from sharing love.
 
She wants a harder bed; he wants the room chilled to 18 degrees at night. She wants an “I love you” before breakfast and twice after dinner. He thinks a thought, a hug or a phone call is quite enough. She loves elaborate gifts because she loves giving them. He couldn’t care less and is happiest writing her a personal poem - which, naturally, leaves her dissatisfied.
 
The trouble begins when these differences stop being differences and become permanent battle lines.
 
Some things have difficult solutions, of course. But when both people keep digging in their heels, they are simply creating a frontline. And then another dynamic kicks in: one starts feeling that they are always the one giving in. Isn’t that unfair?
 
So the heels go deeper. More arms are added to the frontline.
 
And then the inevitable happens. One person begins to feel that they are always giving more. The uncomfortable truth is that, in most relationships, there will be an imbalance of sorts. One person will take more decisions; another will be more involved in the home; one may handle more of the finances. And there will inevitably be moments when one person has to take the majority of the important family decisions. Like it or lump it, that’s often the nature of relationships - working or personal.
 
The unfairness begins when you start keeping score. When the relationship becomes a place to prove who gives more, who sacrifices more, or who is the boss.
 
It rarely ends well.
 
Counsellors would grow hungry if all of this were revealed early enough in a session.
Because when all a person can see are the bad things in a relationship, they become completely blind to what drew them to each other in the first place.
 
And once that happens, the road to perdition is already well laid.
 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on broken hearts - 

A Primer on How to Deal With (Being) Hurt

When You Lose the Lover but Not the Love

I Walk Alone (wishing you were beside me)

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Adventure by Alexander Nakarada

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