Sharon

At some point of time in my meaningless life I hope to accomplish the financially challenging task of purchasing, and then reading this book. Though the reviews say it doesn't have inside information, I'd still give it a try. Cos' this book describes a political icon of current times who has managed to capture my admiration.

As sucky as the first 14 hours of yesterday were,
the remaining 10 quite made up for it.

The Balance.
Adequate.


Sweet chariot. Black forest. Surprise birthday cake.

The Best.
Aphrodisiac.


Airport road. Chicken. Hyderabadi.

The Biryani.
Angelic.


Coffee day, 90 kms away from home. Mandya.
Cafe frappe. Thick.

The Blend.
Amorous.


First ever solo night-ride.
Biking through Bangalore-Mysore highway.
115 kmph. Speed.

The Burst.
Adrenaline.


A lot of happiness, from and to the two who made my day.

Lacrimal?

Finch sms'd...

Tiny droplet
taut
with surface tension.
Shapely,
by the
grace of grief
joy
meaning
or some such vague
human
sensibility.

Simply,
Pointless lacrimal exercise.


Yours truly, replied...

A little drip of emotion
A little blip in slow motion
Moving,
Accelerating under
Gravity.
Of perhaps a calamity?
Or of joy or meaning.
Surface tension, broke
When teardrop, little plip it bore...

That time,
Equity, bright it shone...
Beauty ungrown
Of thoughts unknown.
Under my eyes,
Lachrymal fluid flowed.

Truly, Pointless
This verbal exercise.

Things

Pieces of writing that were posted as comments.

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Blacken your senses
Shun these tenses
Faded memories
Blind to thee.
Perhaps in glee
You chose not to see
Yet you asked,
To be... or not to be?

Posted as a comment on Methi's blog.

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A time
Many places
Vision saw
The meaning
That dances.

Flick-Shimmer-Burn-Switch-Extinguish.

A lovely poem,
it's grandeur known.
Sapiens follow alone
To graveyards unknown
Perhaps, of smokes bygone?
All dust, no bone.

Posted as a comment on Moonstruck's blog.

Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me as her body once did
All five horizons revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed has taken a turn

Ooh, and all I taught her was everything
Ooh, I know she gave me all that she wore

And now my bitter hands chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything?
Oh, the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by some kids at play
I can feel their laughter, so why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin round my head

I'm spinning, oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away

And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
Of what was everything?
All the pictures have all been washed in black, tattooed everything...

All the love gone bad turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see, all that I am, all I'll ever be...yeah...

Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star
In somebody else's sky, but why
Why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?

-> Pearl Jam - Black

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Morbid. Depressed. Fucked up.
Not the way I wanted my life to turn out.
And 21 years of life on Earth is too long.
I don't want to live anymore.

Happy(?) Birthday to me.

Complex

Homo Sapiens Sapiens abbr. Humanity likes keeping things simple. Can't handle complexities, these primeval apes. Bum scratching monkeys, who can hardly differentiate Madonna from Nuclear Fusion, now desire to differentiate the 'Real World' from the 'Imaginary World'. (Morpheus mama would've been prouuud. Extremely!)

Real World Imaginary World, what's the fucking difference, one might ask.

Well waddaya know, there's none.

(The Wachowski Brothers, for god knows what reason, didn't seem to share my views and as a consequence gave the world 'The Matrix Trilogy' which amongst others did wonders at the box office. Guess you can indeed mint money by disagreeing with me. Now there's a revelation!)

On a more serious note, mankind has fallen prey to a reductionist approach to life wherein objects, concepts and even philosophies themselves are understood by breaking them down into constituent parts. The drawback is that one cannot understand, or for that matter even see the way these constituent units interact with each other to make the whole (of the universe or world or whatever) that we exist in.

Similarly, the concept of differentiating the real world from the imaginary world is an exercise to understand two aspects of human existence without considering them as a tightly integrated unit. The real world and the imaginary world are the two constituents of a better world, a more meaningful existence. Two sides of the same coin... One can believe it possible to view everything as something maybe not that simple, but as something seamlessly integrated. A greater concept.

Just the way two numbers - one real, one imaginary, make a complex number.

caged.
like a tiger
in a zoo.
waiting
impatiently.
waiting
to escape.

wisdom
of the ancestors
lost.
buried
'neath the dust.

tiger.
pride
infected.
courage
decapacitated.
spirit
killed.

a longing.
a home forgotten.
wisdom of
ancestors
in their riddle.

"How would you capture a wild animal without killing it's spirit?"
"By being the Earth."

I'm coming.
I'm coming
home.

Benz.
Hate in your eyes.
The indifference.
Friend - an old man.
I remember.
He sells.

Twas' a cloudy evening. The same, the same, very different, far too different. A drop no bigger than an ant fell, from the heavens, almost gracefully into a puddle nearby shooting out tiny droplets as crystal white merged into brown. Gloom was in the air. A street dog two lanes away howled.

Storm?
Hope. Believe. Relieve.
Smile.
Stretch.
Reach out.
Too late.
You're gone.
So are we.
Too late.
Too late.

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Sigh... Joblessness

Jai Crapper Baba: yaaaawn
Jai Crapper Baba: bloggers are dead
Muleshwari Devi: ess maga?
Jai Crapper Baba: blog meets are history
Jai Crapper Baba: and i died today
Muleshwari Devi: ess maga.
Jai Crapper Baba: my spirit is chatting with you
Jai Crapper Baba: in case you didn't know, spirits can hack into yahoo and use messenger
Muleshwari Devi: yayy =D
Jai Crapper Baba: and spirits will have the audacity to ask you if you're still alive
Muleshwari Devi: im not friend
Jai Crapper Baba: really?
Jai Crapper Baba: i did a spirit search in the realm of spirits
Jai Crapper Baba: and it turned up with no results
Jai Crapper Baba: i guess it's the fault of this goddamn windows search application
Jai Crapper Baba: never gives results when needed
Muleshwari Devi: =P
Jai Crapper Baba: sigh
Jai Crapper Baba: i'm going to put this up on my blog
Jai Crapper Baba: nothing else to post

The pleasures are all mine.

If Yeats Was Drunk

He'd have written -

"I being poor have only my beers
And I have spread my beers under your feet
Tread softly
Because you tread on my beers..."

PS : Pronounce beers as "Bee-rs" and not as the regular "Bee-yers"