tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28888296926563291032024-03-19T10:03:14.838+05:30dearest,jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.comBlogger318125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-91879586934963798082021-04-18T12:23:00.001+05:302021-04-18T12:23:34.510+05:30<p>and now for the really scary part</p><p>should i trust the writer in myself? finally?</p><p>like, it's there, right? has always been there? waiting for me to meet it where it's at?</p><p><br /></p><p>everything comes out as a question probably because of the fear?</p><p><br /></p><p>but, at least it's coming out?</p><p><br /></p><p>and maybe that's the thing to celebrate?</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-7454136330200628002021-04-12T11:29:00.004+05:302021-04-12T11:29:26.517+05:30Maybe our hearts are inside bottles<p>Fingers curl<br />and palms clench<br />into tight fists</p><p>to fight?</p><p>Knuckles turn white<br />drained of blood<br />only bones jutting out<br />like blunt knives<br />as if to say, “Dare you come near me.”</p><p>Some days are like this.</p><p>When the fist is not even<br />an invitation to spar.<br />In such a fierce proposal<br />is the knowledge<br />that no one will really be ready to take you on.</p><p>Clenched fists like these are like locked doors<br />like hearts inside bottles that simply don’t want to come out.</p><p>But everywhen is not like this.</p><p>Sometimes.</p><p>Sometimes<br />hands open, fingers unfurl<br />revealing soft flesh and gentle, bumpy terrains.</p><p>Sometimes<br />they want to wave and say hello<br />or open up to invite</p><p>Sometimes<br />they are ready to receive with the curving of the palms<br />whatever it is that will fall into them.</p><p>Sometimes<br />they want to hold<br />to wipe away tears<br />or push away the strands of hair coming between someone’s eyes and the world.<br /></p><p>Sometimes <br />hands want to place themselves on hips<br />to dance and jive.</p><p>And sometimes<br />they want to count on their digits<br />all the things you can do with open hands.</p><p>Sometimes.</p><p>Just not today.</p><p>Today, hands can only fist up and beat like hearts inside impenetrable bottles. <br />Some days are like this.</p><p>And sometimes, that’s just fine.</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-88040000759992171132021-03-12T12:36:00.001+05:302021-03-12T12:36:38.677+05:30new loves<p>Seven is too much.</p><p>Where exactly is the centre?</p><p>Human bodies take gravity for a<br />dizzying spin.</p><p>I seek new vantage points<br />to see,<br />to feel.</p><p>The toomuchness & notenoughness of life have<br />collided<br />in these boys.</p><p>My days start in sparkles<br />and end in sighs<br />that trail around the contours of a shapeshifting moon.</p><p>“Expand, Ayushma! Feel your vastness,” they say to me without actually saying it.</p><p>I allow myself to<br />breathe.</p><p>Soon enough,<br />I’ve swallowed up<br />entire galaxies.</p><p>Is this the magic of life?</p><p>To be touched <br />without being touched,<br />moved <br />without having moved.</p><p>To experience everything </p><p>sevenfold?</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-15713650018100409062020-12-12T23:49:00.002+05:302020-12-12T23:49:43.193+05:30<p> how wide is your musical girth?</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-83613618497911840862020-11-28T01:06:00.000+05:302020-11-28T01:06:06.479+05:30dream sequins #1<p>keep dreaming<br />keep dreaming through the rawness of the rough drafts<br />keep dreaming among the uncut gems that glisten only in the dark</p><p>keep dreaming</p><p>carve out a space for yourself in your fantasies<br />when has truth ever been enough?</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-9632200492370474412020-11-26T20:59:00.004+05:302020-11-26T23:09:11.657+05:30self-portrait and a half<p>i am so many people<br />so many possibilities<br />reduced to just one</p><p>how to fit so many feet in <br />just one pair of shoes?</p><p>i don't want to pinch my toes anymore<br />there is a child in me<br />that wants to step out and fly<br />a clown that wants to <br />laugh all the time<br />making a plaything of even the most hopeless of miseries</p><p>there is also a devil inside me<br />it wants to do some very dark and<br />unspeakable things<br />i see it crouched in my corner<br />knowing what it's like to be unloved, unwanted</p><p>...</p><p>i'm now choosing to walk barefoot<br />you know, letting my toes squiggle and all<br />it feels right to nurture all the 'me's<br />especially the devil which<br />often shocks and scares me</p><p>...</p><p>devil, i know i need you here i know<br />you're the one who will give me wings <br />and be my reason to want to fly.</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-62881398740676839462020-10-29T20:16:00.002+05:302020-10-29T20:16:56.011+05:30dream sequence #3<p> i want to cuddle with your voice and go to dream</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-61371102794593252022020-10-13T23:40:00.000+05:302020-10-13T23:40:11.662+05:30dream sequence #1<p>sometimes there is craft<br />but more often, there is just pleasure<br />like now.</p>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-52668452923602769332020-06-29T00:53:00.000+05:302020-06-29T00:53:51.201+05:30if i were to say something about blueblue is everywhere<br />
but<br />
like a mirage<br />
the closer i get to it<br />
the less it exists<br />
<br />
by the time i reach out to touch<br />
it's gone.<br />
<br />
blue is my intimacy with absence<br />
<br />
it is the colour of tired distances<br />
of fading separations<br />
of unrequited loves repeating on endless loops<br />
<br />
blue is where things<br />
are left half unsaid<br />
where a lifetime of seeking<br />
seeking leads to not finding<br />
<br />
in blue, i know<br />
but i know not how i know<br />
or why i know<br />
or what i know<br />
or even that i know<br />
<br />
a dull thud<br />
emanating from a wise heart<br />
always indicating possibilities<br />
without ever uttering a word<br />
<br />
blue.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-8110158480975426062019-09-15T13:57:00.000+05:302019-09-15T13:57:02.171+05:30sometimes<br />
we resist<br />
to survive<br />
<br />
and sometimes<br />
<br />
we acquiesce.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-75362848362866191432019-06-07T10:56:00.001+05:302019-06-07T10:56:23.483+05:30dearest,<br />
<br />
to heal<br />
<br />
is to<br />
hurt.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-79807902167934141992019-04-21T12:15:00.001+05:302019-04-21T12:15:45.412+05:30your own wisdom will<br />
<br />
unfurl<br />
<br />
when you are ready for it.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-32283059145548979182019-04-21T10:21:00.003+05:302019-04-21T10:21:33.517+05:30notes to myselfdearest,<br />
<br />
don't discriminate<br />
<br />
between discomfort and<br />
ease.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-33976911275211408242019-04-19T10:32:00.000+05:302019-04-19T10:32:06.786+05:30tarnish the golden ruleBack to being favourite #1.<br />
<br />
<br />
Cohen.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-15819618206841909112019-04-18T15:41:00.002+05:302019-04-18T19:13:55.302+05:30So. What is the starting point?<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
For now, this. Let us not be afraid of fear.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-43075555577088215132019-04-10T20:44:00.000+05:302019-04-10T20:48:25.233+05:30irreconcilable differencesdearest,<br />
<br />
my life<br />
is<br />
a<br />
measured<br />
<br />
prolonged<br />
<br />
chronic<br />
<br />
longing<br />
<br />
<br />
to reconcile with you.<br />
<br />
<br />
your way<br />
is to<br />
<br />
defer<br />
and<br />
deflate.<br />
<br />
your desire spells notenoughs every which way.<br />
<br />
<br />
my arms are open, still<br />
<br />
but<br />
like two mirages<br />
we never seem to meet.<br />
<br />
<br />
only distances<br />
keep us pulsating and alive.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-27244456358580557022019-04-05T10:22:00.001+05:302019-04-05T10:22:41.332+05:30epiphany that revisitsdearest,<br />
<br />
love is that delicate act of balancing<br />
<br />
holding on<br />
<br />
and<br />
<br />
letting go.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-34238175352160139392019-03-22T09:34:00.003+05:302019-03-22T09:39:46.306+05:30epiphany: # vagabond moonlightNever<br />
<br />
l<br />
o<br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">~</span><br />
<br />
e<br />
<br />
sight of the playfulness.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-54530576506774267082018-09-23T13:57:00.000+05:302018-09-23T13:57:02.847+05:30thought #222my own voice<br />
a voicelessness<br />
drowned in<br />
<br />
toomuchspeak.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-53570368786661718812018-08-20T00:09:00.002+05:302018-08-20T01:47:56.920+05:30blessingslove<br />
comes knotted up in hurt<br />
<br />
if there was no love<br />
hurt would not be an issue<br />
<br />
please be patient<br />
there is some learning in this for them too<br />
<br />
and it could be so<br />
that it is happening<br />
just<br />
to make you<br />
wiser<br />
<br />
<br />
my love and prayer and blessings to you that you are able to earn wisdom in all this.jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-50403135898588921472018-06-04T19:41:00.001+05:302018-06-04T19:41:42.512+05:30i am stupid when i am not feelingjhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-66560495962515319802018-05-26T22:38:00.000+05:302018-05-26T22:38:04.639+05:30what is our job as teachers<br />
<br />
other than to pass this uncontainable insanity on to others?jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-71590703317893000842017-10-02T18:40:00.000+05:302017-10-02T18:40:00.066+05:30Things to keep in mind<span style="color: #3a342e; font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">We are not only responsible for what we do, but also for what we do not do.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3a342e; font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><br /></span>
<span style="color: #3a342e; font-family: Georgia, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">www.chakras.net</span>jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-72597217770571608132017-08-23T16:09:00.000+05:302017-08-23T16:09:39.901+05:30Notes on teaching (i)<div>
Science should be taught knowing that what we don't know is infinitely larger than what we do<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
Numbers must be taught with the humble awareness that they don't really exist<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
And language taught knowing that the most important things in life often can neither be written nor spoken</div>
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<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
A lot of misplaced priorities in education. A lot.</div>
jhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2888829692656329103.post-66675215113713703462017-06-26T11:25:00.003+05:302017-06-26T11:25:55.872+05:30I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.<br />
<br />
- Rumijhusilikirahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05266131877036623912noreply@blogger.com1