order & chaos

If you look closely enough, there's always enough order in chaos and enough chaos in order.

Bugs in Amber - Kurt Vonnegut Jr. (in Slaughterhouse Five)

"Welcome aboard, Mr. Pilgrim," said the loudspeaker. "Any questions?"
Billy licked his lips, thought a while, inquired at last: "Why me?"
"That is a very Earthling question to ask, Mr. Pilgrim. Why you? Why us for that matter? Why anything? Because this moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?"
"Yes." Billy, in fact, had a paperweight in his office which was a blob of polished amber with three ladybugs embedded in it.
"Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why."

Scared of what?

Am I scared to confront my idealistic world???  Am I??
Answer me!!

What will you do ?

What are they going to build with?
Once the sand and rock is gone?
All gone....
And along with it, the water, also gone...
Will it be ash and bones?

What will you do when the trees are gone?
And with them the birds, gone..
Their songs, also gone...

Will you cry then for loss of the sand or loss of the rock?
Will you weep enough to replace the rivers that are also gone with them?

What will I do....

Marooned

The call is primeval

Its sounds far off, unbelonging

To its present ravaged environs

It permeates through and through

Through the tangle of invasives

Through black ribbons and walls

To the last few silent sentinels

A green desert surrounds us

Stripped off our fruits

Cut off from our neighbours

We continue languishing in this unreal world

The call rings through

Hoping to find an answer

And as ever

The waiting continues

Waiting for the last shadows to fall

Or for new hope to rise.

The Ficus

The ficus is simply unpretentious
It is mostly an explosion
In all directions and dimensions
Be it a cliff
Be it level ground
Be it rock
Or be it loam
The ficus is simply unpretentious.

Pondering clouds

As I sit pondering in front of this dying fire

Out there somewhere

In the mist and the rain

In the cold and the darkness

A tiger roams the grasslands

The tahrs cling to a craggy slope

Alert as ever

The otters hunt for crabs in the cold, clear streams

A moth is attracted to an orchid

The rhododendron waits to put out its scarlet blossom

A wet jungle cat is hunting for mice

A brown palm civet is sniffing for fruits

Unaware, life continues,

On this sky island.

All that now separated them

Is a thick veil of mist and clouds

Which will all but be gone

Leaving them exposed to

The cold, hard sun

And the voyeuristic stare of aliens in the valleys

Depression still remains a constant companion

Licking at my feet

Just like the dark waves

Lapping the island’s shores.

Birds of Prey

Overcast skies with dark grey birds of prey

Ready to burst open

Turn everything into mire.

Whatever succeeds in overcoming the mire

And darkness

Quickly snatched by the waiting birds

The air not fresh anymore

But doped and hazy

Vague sense of direction

And nothing too familiar

Laughter that is fake

From people that are even

What happens to thoughts when they are driven off a cliff?

Or thrown so high

They don’t need to come back anymore

Do they escape?

There is never an end to anything

Or is there?

You claim that nobody understands you

But do you understand yourself?

Is there something to be understood?

Or is it too abstract?

Like everything else you say?

Is there a problem Mr. Yesterday?

Is there a solution Mr. Tomorrow?

Head first into a wall?

Or needle first into a vein?