Noesis of Imagination
The Personal Blog of Maria Cluston Cletus.
Friday, January 14, 2022
Random Musings I
Sunday, June 06, 2021
Losing myself - Part I
I felt the ardent need to self quarantine my feelings, to fetter myself in a room which really lacked comforting words, probing questions or looks of sympathy.
My room started to vibe with the melancholy which my body reeked profusely. Well I couldn't comprehend how much quantifiable my loss was!
I lost myself in my utopian world where my silence turned into murderous stabs. And when my body wriggles with that pain, there is a constant war waging between my mortal body and immortal soul.
Have you ever felt this? I mean what i feel now! I know this feeling might visit you very rarely but when you feel so, you face difficulty in expressing it.
I chose the 37th floor of this building and allowed myself to be cut off from the world just to feel myself and the solace of solitude it cuddled me with. Standing on the balcony of my apartment, I can see the horizon waning away in silence like my unspoken words. I can see how the darkness sets in and feel the cold wind sweeping over my body...........Tuesday, May 18, 2021
Obscurity
The feeling is strong but obscure!
How traumatized life can be at-times. We carry the past pangs of strife, we are destined to carry as a sole reminder to make us feel that 'it' existed at one point of time in our lives.
Something that made us feel bad about ourselves, something that made us point fingers to blame ourselves, something that made us to cover the scars that we had earned in the onward journey of life! Even something that made us evolve finally into an ungrateful biped or an emotional fool through the severities of life.
The journey of life is subtle. Yet the paths through which it leads us are beyond words. By the time we watch and understand the drama of our life, we will be an unknown story for the world.
As we all hold many untold secrets,which we carry to our graves....
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Ruminations of a classroom.
Unexpected is the re-opening, though the show has to go on. And I have to play the clown for the academic year wearing different attires and faces for different subjects, students and parents.
Hope to see everything gets back to normal without risking much of human life.
Tuesday, June 09, 2020
Friday, June 05, 2020
Wednesday, June 03, 2020
Monday, June 01, 2020
Wednesday, April 01, 2020
Friday, January 17, 2020
Sunday, August 18, 2019
His moments
Momentary was his state of existence , momentarily interwoven with a myriad of emotions that ate up his memorable moments of life. Had he ever imagined, he would have fallen prey to the introspection of his mind that swayed and twisted the then moments he had craved for!
His yearning was to feel life and not enjoy it; to relish his soul than to satiate it with pleasure; to wonder and not to get admired; to learn and not to teach; to free himself rather than holding the bonds of his family.
As for him, everything was momentary; lying to the supposition in his own hands which could meet an abrupt and deliberate sophisticated end.
Wednesday, June 12, 2019
Sunday, August 12, 2018
You - My ethereal monsoon
Sunday, August 05, 2018
Your voice resonates in my head...
Wednesday, June 20, 2018
Saturday, June 16, 2018
Being Black is Poetic - II
Sunday, January 14, 2018
Saturday, January 13, 2018
Being black is Poetic- I
Saturday, January 06, 2018
You - I
Sunday, September 17, 2017
Sunday, September 10, 2017
Sunday, September 03, 2017
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Sunday, July 30, 2017
Sunday, May 21, 2017
Monsoon Diaries - IX #Sensual rain.
"Your sensuous eyes with clouded brows,glares at my body, with lust profound;And when I lift my head up,out of curiosity; you come as thoughyou are determined to...
You feel my forehead, my eyes and my lips,You never fail to hold my hand;
tickling passion.And you flow down my neck with
You embrace me, close to your chest