Photographs and poems by Tarpan.
(Visiting a fabric shop, many rolls of curtain fabric are seen stacked in the corner. All these are edited pieces of their end elevation. They resemble silent ripples in an unknown pool.)
CALL TO THE OTHER END
It was not a call from the other end,
was it heard from within?!
Or, was it the very vibratory space,
calling itself
to itself?!
MEMORY ROLLS
Oh! I was wrong again.
There was no this end or the other end as such.
It was like the memory rolls unfurled and unfurled…
I was wrong again…
Not memory, only remembering on itself
Or, re-membering to the everlasting vibes
dancing around.
THE PASSAGE
I guessed so, not sure.
I was invoked into a dancing field.
Of course, of vibes.
Did the movements, created a mirage
of time and space,
and of a passing too!
COMING IN, GOING OUT
It was an enduring gestalt, seems so.
Whenever I was adorned with another dimension,
I was overwhelmed with awe, that
I counted it going out or coming in.
I knew I was bubbled up with playfulness, but
I felt somebody was playing tricks on me.
GUIDANCE
A drop of light to follow,
a crescent of radiance to rise up…
That’s what I learned later to call
‘the smile’.
THE MOVE
Concerned
Apprehensive
fearful
uneasy
perturbed
disquieted
fretful…
But had to move…
with no directions, no dimensions…
JOURNEY
Each step creates the path.
And for every struggle around the path
do not forget to bring a gift.
Is there any present more valuable than
the joy of being present?
Ultimately it’s a journey of a single step, maybe,
from nowhere to nowhere.
MEANING
There happened one skill –
yes, another vibe –
the meaning to be absorbed
around anything.
It made everything connected to everything,
crossing all the boundaries,
but later,
all connections cramped into boundaries, I am afraid!
THE WOMB
A word was conceived in the end!
THE PANG
All these were just crazy vibes,
not pregnant vibes,
pregnant with significance or insight.
The pangs were joyful,
though they were merciless to push into a rebirth.
INTUITION
A back door
kept ready,
but opened in emergency only.
But for the vibes who danced dangerously,
that was the only open gate, for
always and ever.
DREAM GATE
There were hundreds of dream gates,
closed upon hundreds, or
opened again and again endlessly.
But, whenever I was smashed on the gates,
I was falling back into my own lap, like a falling star.
Did I take everything seriously?!
ENTANGLEMENT
I was just a snoring vibe, knowing not
of the ongoing fest around.
Whenever I was immersed in the dreams,
I mumbled endlessly in entanglements…
But on waking up,
I just cheered up and danced.
Once the vibe dances itself into a freedom vibe,
One always forgets to ask, ‘Who is in? Who is in?’
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