Manifest-ival

let me stop my mechanic-mechanical self for sometime

ringing the five sense bells separately

clothing close the visual bell, it doesn't ring anymore,

gatekeeping the sound bell,

distinct sounds

allowing entry to few, only emergency can gatecrash,
else trying a smooth usher
...
crow rows

car honk and some car monk

construction material mixer mixing sounds of different earth

kitchen becoming a sound studio,
many instruments and notes playing to the taste

...

all sounds arising and falling and arising again and falling again,

only continuity in the "again"

many agains gain a pattern

they enter the mind cosmos

inside there is a festival

of the manifested

new entrants always first greeting the primed...the familiar inside,

much like we going to a party, first reaching out to people we know,

and then somehow most times and most us not reaching the new ones,

afraid of the unknown as it is not our own
...

(m)any known dancing together

(m)any known addicting together

...

but amongst the known, the tease of oneupmanship,

unease of mannequins of desire, materials pending and parading,

same seems shame

new draws phew
...

before the new entrant and the early arrivers could settle,

and perhaps go deep amidst the party noise,

another new, waves in,

and again the familiar family ritual begins,
...

before the fore of sense hitting the body bed,

there is just enough time to feel exhausted,

and think of the day as well spent, not earned enough,

manifestival comes to its daily end.