Creative Experiments and More

Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenge.  Reena asks us to write to the following photo, wherever our creative spirit takes us.

This is not a cohesive essay, more stream of consciousness.

Many, including myself, believe that being comes from non-being, then being returns to non-being when a cycle is completed. When it comes to human beings, I have to ask myself, when is the cycle complete. Is it one body’s life, from conception and until that body returns to humus? What about consciousness and soul, which seem separate from physical being to me?

When I look at the picture, I see individuals coming into being from non-being. When does God pull out the eraser and say it’s over?

All of the drawings are of men. It makes me wonder why the artist chose only men to draw. Is there a story that explains it?

My first thought…

Stony silence,

Expression, is it in common parlance?

Or a lack thereof?

Must definitely make sense to the receptor, kind of,

Saddening sorrow,

Like there’s no morrow,

Expression, that causes relief ,

Or heightens the very grief,

Persistent pain,

As if the healing would go in vain,

Expression, that renders sympathy,

Or perhaps showcases from others a lack of empathy,

Anguishing anger,

Emerging from an episode of clanger*,

Expression, that reverberates an outburst,

Or demands an apology first,

Horrendous horror,

Masses fleeing in terror,

Expression, that elicits sadism from some,

Or reclusiveness from those preferring to keep mum,

Candor courage,

Arising from adversity, or preventing oneself from other’s rage,

Expression, that elicits appreciation from some,

Or jealously and hatred from those coming to terms, succumb,

Scintillating surprises,

From love, compassion, it arises,

Expression, that brings a surge of emotions to the fore,

That which brings the reciprocation sentiment to the…

हर शाम लेकर बैठता हूँ
कागज़ का एक टुकड़ा
मिटाना चाहता हूँ यादें
पर नज़र आते हैं साये में
कितने भूले बिसरे चेहरे

छूना चाहता हूँ फिर से
एक बार उन चेहरों को
तराशता हूँ उनको अपनी
कूंची की नाज़ुक लकीरों से
जाग उठती हैं फिर यादें

कब समझेगा पागल मन
निरर्थक है यह उपक्रम
न मिटा पायूँगा ये यादें
न ही भूल पाउँगा वो चेहरे
हर रोज़ ही होगी यह शाम

In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 93

I thought that it would be nice to be on a yellow submarine where all my friends are and where Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts’ Club Band is playing.  The sounds of bubbles, water, and other noises can be heard as we pear out of the windows.  Most of the ordinary submarines don’t have windows for its occupants to look out and watch the undersea life, but this one was specifically built to party in.  People dance and everyone is extremely friendly with one another.  Look over there, I can see Buckingham Palace and Big Ben, as the sub flies out of the water.  That looks like one of those Blue Meanies wearing that navy blue woolly coat, those nasty creatures who hate music, now we have a mission to save Pepperland from them.

Those Meanies are known to eat the toys of young children and they fire their guns and…

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #93

we’re many faces
wiped clean to begin again
showing our best side