The Backwards Equation of Chaos

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It ain’t nothing but some galactic mathematical equation being played out,

In backwards time.

Everything is wrong. All told and telling.

Genocide on my plate.

Raw feeling overspilling—

Genocide small and large everywhere.

Eco-terrorists, the lot of us,

“Progressing” by chocking earth and sea in plastic.

Exiled from balance,

From the core feminine.

 

How is this chaos rendering?

Why are we led?

Are we even seen?

Why do we even act?

What can it all possibly lead up to?

Can there really be meaning, at such scale?

Even if there was, would it ring true?

Or, as Terry Pratchett implied—

It’s all a game.

So which side is winning?  

To Walk In Balance, To Walk to Save

Golden Evening

Just a walk in the park in the evening—

The chaos in the mind melts away in the cooler breeze,

Summer flowers layer the air with heavy sweetness,

And the streetlight plays a game of golden shadows with the trees.

 

There are still blessings,

Wherever we may see,

But time, it runs and leaps and bounds away—

Because,

We have to do,

We have to dare,

We have to save the Earth!

 

In 10 years we may not recognize our lands and seas!

What will you do?

 

 

Tiny, Essential Pleasures (#WednesdayWisdom)

Tiny Pleasures

So it’s very simple really.

I’ve discovered that of all things, what the human system most needs is rest.

If you’re spinning round and round, just take a little time for you.

Don’t pack in a vacation or an experience or an activity.

It’s time to BE.

 

Feel the softness of life,

Feel the essential sweet touch of each day,

And come away grateful and renewed,

Ready to dance in the world again!

A Life in Flower

Where is Life to be found?

Out in the world, in the melee,

Or is it still a full life,

If it’s books and flowers and the sun,

That you choose? 

Let’s Change the Paradigm

Bright Joy

Bright Joy (By Radhika Mukherjee)

We do a great disservice to the world, when we describe it, perceive it, classify it only through an evolutionary paradigm. All around, there are birds flying for the sheet joy of it, looping across the sky; monkeys whooping and playing and taunting dogs; there is a cow and a cat making friends… And the sun, great fiery ball of hydrogen though it may be, is smiling across to us from that unimaginable distance this fine end-of-summer day.

Even in our ‘modern’ ‘scientific’ minds, surely there is some space to expand our perception of this Earth, this Universe, to include love, the play of the spirit and sparkling, connecting joy?

Irrespective of species?

The mind extends beyond the body, it has to. If we can accept wi-fi, why can’t we think of our brains as being able to transmit waves of thought and intention? It’s all the co-mingling of matter and energy and vibrations, isn’t it?

What if the purpose was not to merely ‘evolve’? But to experience? To add? To feel?

What if each life, each rock, each drop of water, was an end in itself?

What if?

Mystery, Electricity, Connection

Today you are my way back. Today you save me in the blind sea of words. Today, I feel a little corner of the heart of the world, slipping past the guarded walls. Today I feel, earth. Today, I feel the embrace of love. Which strangely enough, turns out to be indispensable!

These three days of wilderness. Sitting still and just losing myself.

How do a few conversations fix that? What is this power, this electricity, that connection generates?  How do dreams seep back, just like that? Brighter than before? More tactile than before?

How, after vacating myself to the howling wind, did I flow back into myself, into my right self?

It’s that mystery, that power, that keeps us entwined to us.

This is why, we came here, to this plane.

To love.

Guardians of the Sky

Guardian 2

Hold up the sky.

Channel the sun.

Encircle the earth.

Lead us from sorrow to light!

Guardian 3

A Glimpse Across The Tables

Hidden Girl.

Quiet Girl.

Girl exploding with feeling.

 

I see you.

I used to be you.

Celebrating A Hundred Posts On Light Under Shadow!

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It’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it? Started as a way to feel creative, like me again, Light Under Shadow was originally called ‘From Deep Under The Shadows’; exactly what I felt like, that I was hidden somewhere in shadow.

From tentative beginnings to finding validation for being all that I can be, to this amazing milestone, of a 100 blog posts! It’s been a blessing to be a part of the WordPress blogging community for all these years!

I want to thank you for daily doses of inspiration and soulfulness and for the amazing support you have shown this whimsical little blog of mine.

Let’s take a walk down memory lane with a recap of a few noteworthy posts:

3 Most Visited:

Amazing Series

Waterfall of Overflowing Flowers

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3 Most ‘Liked’

The Flickering Light Of Hope

The Circular Thoughts of My Writing Mind

The Surprise Sunshine Song

3 Most Commented:

A Beautiful Send-off From the Bengal Sky

Question For You

poetry….

A Few Personal Favorites:

A Photographic Memory (A Flash Fiction Piece)

Why I Don’t Write Good

Since… [A Short, Fictional Poem]

Dream

To-

I hope to see you here for the next hundred posts! 🙂

Summer Rain Love

The Eternal Love Story of Land And Sea by Radhika Mukherjee

The Eternal Love Story of Land And Sea
(c) Radhika Mukherjee

When the earth exhaled and called out to the sea in heated summer sadness, parched of love.

When, in sudden lust the ocean swooped in to shower itself

With force of thunder, rain and hail.

That one time you and I, cocooned in a nest of blankets, laughed.

A flash, of rapier force, cut across the sky.

And then rolled the deafening drum.

The world blurred in a haze of dusty wind.

Only the trees in their creaking boughs,

Sang of the tangled love story of land and sea.

While I am Editing…

I’ve been editing away for the past few months. So lucky to be a part of such mammoth book projects! But they have left me with nary a moment to blog.

So while I edit some more, I wanted to share a photo of my cute editing/writing guardian/muse with you:

Cutie

She’s always encouraging me on!

And now she says to you: Smile, close your eyes and take a deep breath.

See?

 

Countering Digital Noise With Books

Countering Digital Noise

Countering Digital Noise

If your mind is buzzing with digital noise, just pick-up a physical book and start reading. Paper Books promote peace.

The combination of the soothing smell of the book and the serene non-glowing pages with gloriously static letters will start to imperceptibly calm you down. You’ll notice your need for digital stimulation plateauing and then waning. Your heart and mind will stop racing and the words of the book will start-up a steady rhythm of deep, meaningful cognition in your system.

If you read a paper book each day, for at least 30 uninterrupted, silent minutes, you’ll equip yourself to deal with and even thrive in the digital deluge.

Before We ‘Make’ We Must…

Poetry lives in all of us…
How do you know what takes root?

Know that you can be absolutely rich, absolutely happy without any money at all!
For in you, in me, lie the seeds of all art, all science, all thought, all craft.

But sometimes you must love, grieve, laugh and cry – live – before you can create.
Be patient, listen…

Since… [A Short, Fictional Poem]

Since…

 

Since you called –

Since you did.

 

Since you and I fought so hard –

Against and together.

 

Since our blood and our tears mingled –

To join us in spirit.

 

Since you learnt to fly and dream –

In quiet.

 

Since all our long imaginings, our longings –

Dared too much…

 

Since you called –

I’m here.

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My first Ever Video Upload : The Speaking Feather

A little feather came to be my teacher one day. It came to my window and said to me, look! I came to tell you a story, a story about me and you —

I am fragile but I am beautiful! And I am strong.

I persevere even when the wind is harsh and wants to carry me off with it.

But I hold on! So can you…

This video is for all of us who hold on!

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Eternal Questions : Ancient Wisdom

Who sends the mind to wander afar? Who first drives life to start on its journey? Who impels us to utter these words? Who is the Spirit behind the eye and the ear?

– Kena Upanishad

(Translation : Juan Mascaro)

A Photographic Memory (A Flash Fiction Piece)

I only remember the photographs.

The actual memories have floated away. But her parting words echo with a peculiar glowing intensity. Going round and round in a wheel of fire in some desperate recess of my rotting mind.

Was there really nothing else to be said?

— A red t-shirt etched with thin strips of white.

The tinnitus and pulsing vision of sleeplessness don’t provide any respite.

Of course there are devices galore. I could call, message, cyber stalk. Or even write a letter? No, you need an address for that.

—A tip-tilted smiling, knowing face. Searching for the best spontaneous camera angle. Billowing, swept-away long hair.

It is an artist’s vocation to make art out of even misery. This is the way to tap into the zeitgeist. Explore our shared humanity. Engage the audience’s emotions.

Yet not one tiny shred of inspiration swoops down to rescue me.

—A day of an extraordinary shimmering light, which washes away the colors but leaves its own luminosity in the greens and blues.

Isn’t art solace? The highest pursuit possible, whose practitioners decode, interpret life for the tribe? How can an artist become immobilized by life then?

Perhaps just a text? It can’t hurt right? I’m concerned, I should show it.

Right, ok!

Turn the Page

Turn the page

And see a star

Bid it ‘bye

And turn again

 

The world folds

Into slow

Will you catch?

 

In me there was light

The stars kept their pretty patterns

I lost.

 

Perhaps like you there should have been rage.

A Wish

 

Afloat on the Ocean of Books

Afloat on the Ocean of Books by Radhika Mukherjee

Lots of books, that’s all I wish for from life.

To read and read and read.

And fill-up with words and ideas and maybe – wisdom?

 

In the summer-scorch a cool book on logic or something light and breezy.

In cold, cold winter – a book like hot stew – engulfing me in the gumbo of life.

The rains are for life-giving lazy books of love and philosophy.

In spring I’ll start books of growth and renewal – new genres untouched.

 

And in the in-between times think of all the new skills and languages encased in books!

This decade of my life is dedicated to books.

Reading and learning and just a little doing.

 

P.S.: And watching all the dance movies ever made! 🙂

What about you?

Talisman

The sky

Clouds

Dolphins

Stars

Kittens

Sunsets

Trees

The moon

The ocean

The Himalayas

Spring-time

Elephants

Giraffes

Deer

Durga Puja in Kolkata

Fruit

Forests

Green open spaces

Ferns

Books

Music

Art

Beautiful photographs

Dance

Old bookstores

These are my talismans. They make my life rich and full of meaning. If I hold them close, I smile…

What are your talismans?

The Sky Everyday…

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Everyday, the sky lights-up some new delight for me.

The halo of the dawn

The bright sun peeking out from the clouds

At sunset — purple curls of clouds march across a pink-orange festival.

There are entire worlds hidden in sunsets!

What a wonderful teacher the sky is.

Look-up, look out and there it is:

Infinity within reach.

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As artists, cre…

As artists, creatives, we should not work hard or smart.
We should work richly.
Fill ourselves with the richness of inspiration and then make unique magic.

-Radhika Mukherjee.

The Futile Quest for Personal Perfection

A Cat is Perfect

Cats are perfect, especially the Queen of Cats. Photo: Radhika Mukherjee.

Let’s stop over-editing ourselves to achieve some sort of perfection.

In our life stories, or looks, weight or careers or relationships—

We lose so much in the process!

Cats are perfect.

We are humans, we can’t be perfect.

We don’t need to be.

Humans are uniquely beautiful messes and it’s our absolute right to be that way. Proves that we don’t have to mould ourselves to some robotic template devised by mindlessly moronic alien overlords.

Go on, go out there and celebrate your quirks –

Your not-quite-perfect nose,

Your food fetishes,

Your people issues,

That little (or not so little) bulge over the waistband of your jeans,

Your out of tune rhythm of speaking,

Your signature convoluted sentences,

Your silliness,

Your special, non-cliché love story,

Your crooked smile…

Don’t let anyone tell you what to be.

Or how the world is and should be.

Find out for yourself who you are,

Which world you would like to create,

What you like and who you want to be –

That might just be the path to bliss!

Do you agree?

What is the special brand of kookiness you celebrate in yourself?

How do you redefine the world we live in?

Please share in the comments!

When….


When we hurtle through life so—

Unsoft.

Unsound.

Joy Beckoning.

Despoiled – sometimes.

And away a feather.

Tender bright.

On the sunset that never was.


—  I resound without meaning.

Lost in shade.

Through all the flickering lights

The blaze glories.

The red and yellow streaks of fire

—  My last present.

Me, do I bequeath to you?

The night-time beckons.

When are we truly alive you and I?

Where?

But still it calls.

Still.

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