A Missed Detail, Courtesy: Manas Vallabh

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I count every drop on a previous day,

Of the rain that fell from the skies –

Of every droplet, and in that, arrives a sequence,

Of binary numbers, zeros and ones, as I see,

And I co-relate the expanse of overlap.

Ahoy! The rain never stops its effort seemingly effortless in its fall,

Parting from clouds, and doesn’t stop from making itself a stream,

On hitting the ground, flowing in its relentless journeys.

Sounds familiar, Doesn’t it?

Drip, and dripping all the way,

In a manner of a claim extinguished,

And it is only a destiny I may, in elaboration say,

That a chain of horrors and ecstasies orbit in evading obliteration.

To tease and imagine:

Submerging and plunging an expression in age,

Upto an extent of plurality in phenomenon,

Can be placed in a clandestine envelope,

And delivered in a landing, with its claim of being winged!

When abandoning a known nativity to structure an image,

And subjecting a pensive or elated vision,

To a realism existing in intertwined capacity –

We, at a point of realization have it deposited into a slit of an opening,

Converging and closing into its sphere which implodes,

As an appreciating and elevating exposure in an opening curtain,

Although, it was to be rising late, but not without cause,

Where, it had to be in a fallen time.

And those who witnessed the event,

May have also kept a secret, of its effects,

Leading to a place in a well-defined shape – It is of a place,

In order of all that could be said about it:

Cryptic, Callous, Causal, Casual and Charismatic!

And aptly, of a turbid emotion, put,

Into sequences chained in the form of guttural sounds,

Coming of as, so very rough, nevertheless, miraculous:

And that being Gyrating, Gorging, Galvanizing and Gauging -

Which could be called profusely wordy but marginally undervalued.

Now, I hate to admit, water and words flow unrestrained,

From and for an elemental cause:

Believe it! To be, in mesmerized appearance, by an overtaking admiration,

Leads to an evacuation of impulsive impediment – Oh! I also see,

To the contrary, an abundance of impoverished adulation.

Then, what is it that keeps the spirit up in positive appeals?

An entry to a heavenly abode with a take of tidy introspection,

Narrowing down to a design of upper chambers,

And then settling into spottily represented lower levels,

At a pace, set by progressive pulls and pushes of thought,

And its cursory actions-

That is it! Slip, slant and subjectively succumb,

Into a phase of magnificence and fabulousness!

When, there is a path,

That clearly sets you apart,

Away from the nature of commonalities –

It becomes no longer an obligation,

But rather makes of settling in on a fabulous ride.

In a chosen path of a journey,

A reminder often comes,

Hinting at a valued representation of an event,

Setting a widely popular vibe,

Along with its decoration in nuisances.

There we stand, throwing a curved ball,

Or, look at a form at an angle,

Or, just about cast a spell,

Coming off as a spin in talks of a tale –

Clearly, having a view of an impending future.

There is little reason,

To pay heed to no one that understands,

A swing in a thought, executed quite literally,

Ensuing into a steadfast implementation,

And that remains performed.

It is evident that an embodiment of a particular thought,

Sets a value that is lost for all other missed adventures,

At a juncture, which claims satisfaction in victory,

As a selection, of even, for every minute detail,

That reiterates a profound and remarkable choice.

We may go about in a listless approach to rectify,

As a favourable stance and face music,

To an off chance of failure while still not giving up -

But where is the beginning of an end?

All this puts in motion,

A desirable sight in rotation,

Of admiration and of appreciation,

In an achievement – bright and accepted,

Steady and realized.

There are steps laid out in foresight,

Of the days when we are at liberty,

Exclaiming the strength of balance,

And being consistent in selection, of that maintenance in achievement.

A route worthy of this cause may be pursued.

Absorbed in an exercise,

Of losing yourself into a maze,

Causes an acknowledgement

Of a variance in perspectives,

Leading you into all of wrong directions,

And puts you at a step of redundant crossroads –

A temptation to peek into fervour,

Of an untapped potential crosses the very own ability 

And its foothold on ground.

The step establishes itself as a tainted situation.

This is accepted norm.

Also, the purpose of losing yourself,

In a maze to begin with, as a point of view,

To test skills of survival – may be to realize potential,

The sooner, the better as one would prescribe –

This is also accepted norm.

And then, the nature of wilderness,

With a generally large influence,

Devoid of decisive meritocracy,

As for coming into existence as a gift to humankind,

And not withhold from prompting towards a bias,

Which is not uncommon in an engaging conversation –

We arrive at a situation or into a maze that you are born into !

To exit from a maze then,

Requires,

A peek into bias, a peek into ability, a peek into potency,

And furthermore, all of the above attempts to peek,

Are to be out of a way of an eventuality.

When words in sentences of a page, are highlighted by a glowing vertical line in reflecting light as it moves from left to right and then from right to left, all the while, ‘the vertical line’ was scanning the content, that which keeps the shine of words intact so as to convey when read, the meaning, now understood becoming doubled in price while the words that produced the very same meaning retain merit, to say otherwise those words would have become of lesser value.

The theories in arrival, as you would reckon, come from a place where an idea thus formed asks for pruning, such that the execution demands no further enquiry. In a nonchalant attribution and its competence in absorption, there should be a flood in analysis – all the explanation becomes brighter in understanding the concept.

It is important to turn a blind eye to some situationally occupied connotation for want of comprehension of complete thought while at the same time not to completely eliminate the comeback of few such incidents re-occurring in order of purposeful reiteration. While we wonder about the absence of rejection, there is for that very relevant function, a laborious process of screening taking place and is not open to naked eye!

The trick is to accept that a meaning of a concept could start and end in multitudes of directional preferences. However, to say the process is for that matter an enjoyable experience and for those very own preferences to last, there needs to be progress, while, we do understand that the retention of an idea may be for a second or a lifetime or even more, we see there is no permanence, as shown by evidence in the past where ideas become out of sync and so to say extinct.

To consume an idea by reloading it from the past, as from its consequence, entails a capture and a superior built, that which requires in implementation, a foolproof methodology, causing the idea to seem extraordinary. But we realize all the while, the originality in its structure was enough to produce in theory, a positive outcome.

Clearly, from the author or the narrator, once their work is finished, and is ready for consumption, 

“a magic hat” is transferred to the reader or the viewer. The reader of the content then puts it on to understand the real meaning, and when done, transfers it back to the author or passes it on to the next reader. Thus, a “magic hat” comes into picture and is for the audience to wear, as for those, who liked a delivery in meaning while a process of comprehension was in effect.

And, by the snap of a finger and a casual whistle, all of that understood is erased as also with the arrival of a better concept which is set in that place considering the concept's easier application and the concept's ardent supplication. Then, the “magic hat” reappears with a better gloss, a glowing message and all of that under spotlight.

She gathers her bearing, turns, and exits from her stance!

She makes a run but doesn’t lose her method,

And for that second, none were worthy,

And none were elected. 

Then, at a pause, she observes in all power,

And, witnesses an elevated moment

In randomness, when she spots a painting

That brings her to test. 

And she envisions,

A simplicity that exists in plain colour,

As painted in no overlap with another,

And in that painting –

The look of those colours, side-by-side,

Had no pretense of ostentatiousness!

The painting presented itself in full and in completion

Dictated by its stable connection,

and undoubtedly kept away from dubiousness in message;

She rests her thoughts momentarily, 

Which was, for her, held without arrangement of explanation!

She ponders over and holds her glance at the painting,

That which made an allowance in availability,

of time and of thought in her run!

She becomes part of mirth and considers,

The freedom in expression,

And enjoys that moment which assisted her,

In all of her presence within an undulating view.

A bliss