That state of being
As if not being at all;
Is an answer to a calling
Or in itself a call?

That state of being
What has never been so far
Punctuates my universe
Like its brightest star.

Then that irrevocable state
Of being but not quite
Struggles for the unknown
Hamstrung in its sight.

Then a being rebukes
Conceited even in pain
And the ‘not quite’ one is woken up
To relive and fight again.

The fight outlives all that had been.
They consummate to arrive at a new being.
This one is violent, an infernal rage
Hates what it sees and the ones seeing.

Thus born is the being that feels the pain;
Wakes up to the splendor of its blistered psyche;
With an infinite capacity to be it all
Embraces the splendor and the blisters alike.

Sings the Mother being, eternal in her call;
Holding them all to her principle chord.
The timid, the violent, the conceited and the splendid
Align with her in a divine concord.

The Opera called nature contains us all.
We all existed, exist and shall do.
Alive in each other in an answer to my call,
My dear beings, I depend on you.

………………….. Amruta Nerurkar

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About amrutan83@gmail.com

I am a physiotherapist from Mumbai, India specialised in the field of Neurophysiotherapy. Working with children with various neuro-developmental disorders forms the mainstay of my job. I am currently employed as an Associate Professor of Physiotherapy, a profile that allows me a blend of clinical, teaching and research experience. I am trained in an Indian classical dance form Kathak a medium via which I experience the stories that inhabit the physical and psychological landscapes and are waiting to be told. Writing helps consolidate the experiences into a layered structure and offers me the evolving standpoints from where the journey can deftly proceed.

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