Haiku 55An experiment at combining Haiku, a 55 Word Story and a 55 Word Zen Koan.

Unreal met real. You
cross my heart, I thread thy wounds-
Portal shuts. The Fall.

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The spider advanced menacingly, jeered, and cocooned shut a hapless ant for dinner. The silky web glistened strangely in the fluorescent light. A nearby ant-colony despaired.

She giggled. Cuteness.

She pulled her lighter out, lit a Navy Cut and moved the flame. Web, Spider, Dinner all transmogrified into a brilliant fireball.

She giggled again.

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Angelic smile, tears
Red rose, fears, so many years-
Hot days of Sehnsucht.

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Cafe Frappe served with a straw. Too many a fake smile, meaningless dance and worthless prophecy. Blue skies, white clouds. Monday bloody monday.

He gazed at the short straw. If he didn't think it short, he would be denying fact. If he thought it short, he opposed reality. What then, did he tell the waiter?

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Frozen, a raven.
Kissed south, found northern heaven-
Annihilation.

Full Moon Tonight

In a Distant Echo,
A Fading Howl.
Full Moon Tonight,
Madness and Fright.

You promised.
You lied.
The colour sucked
From my Eyes.
World,
Now in Black and White.

A punch
A careless whisper
Souls , Anathema they,
Yet Intricately Conjugate.
Warriors them,
Usually Lost, but sometimes Found.

In a Distant Echo,
A Fading Howl.
Full Moon Tonight,
Sheer Madness, Familiar fright.

Demonic Reflection
Off Shards of Glass
Splattered; with
Blood and Bone.
Bone. Bone without Flesh.
Reopened a Scar
Tore some Flesh
Peeped a little. Maybe,
A bit more than I ought.
I revved.
Fuel she injected, An engine roared.
Burnt... Sealed shut the scar.
Yet again.
And into the blue inverted chasm, I soared...

In your Distant Echo ,
My Fading Howl.
Full Moon Tonight, Not Pale Moonlight
My Madness, your Fright.

Brain, Glimpses Of A Cloister

Brain, Outer Cloister

A low tide ebbs the delicately woven fabric of our thoughts in times of crises. Fascinating though it is to observe as a sniper, the way your mind reacts to this excessive excitation of neurons, and flashes of nerve impulses... It's quite nice that something functions on a hardware level and it doesn't know what difference it makes to the big picture... An unconsciously matched impedance of biological hardware gives rise to a conscious flow of thoughts... Who woulda ever thought that we'd turn out to be biological computers one day? That one day, this artificial intelligence would encompass everything, and become the defacto standard for thought... So what then was natural intelligence (or benchmark) before humans were created? Along similar lines, will computers and their clusters dominate the future and wipe out human intelligence to become the de-facto standard for intelligence in the future? Where do we go from there? After all history has always been the story of a successful form of life and thought wiping out less capable intelligence, and conquering new realms...

Everything that has a beginning has an end... We too, will be obsolete in our construction one day... And will be replaced...

/* Sips Tea, Drags deep. */

It'd be nice to have a sneak peek at What form of intelligence will replace the newer forms...? But that's a long way to go. There is a possibility that the universe also follows Darwin's Theory of Evolution... But on incomprehensible time scales... The universe is doing everything in it's power to preserve itself... And we are just partly sober humans, unaware of even trying to grab the bigger picture...

/* Senses burning in throat, Flicks cig away. */

I'd love to hear a Bihari's take on all this. He'd just say - "Ghanta. Chupchaap sutta maar aur hamko bhi maarne de. Tu kya hilake chodu existence existence bol raha hai be saale?" LMAO! Howlarious!

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Brain, Inner Cloister


/* Stops walking, yawns, scratches head, scratches bum in the hope of comprehending life, kicks stone, looks around, yawns again. */

CHETTTAAAAA!! ORU CHAYA, ORU KING!!!

/* Lights cig, takes a drag. Smiles. */

We have so many languages whose existence we irrevocably cannot deny. A shortcoming in language is that we need to use words to communicate ideas and thoughts. Is it possible to develop a system of communicating images and flowing scenes from a memory without using words. Is it even possible to consider the idea of sustaining a throughput of visuals without using metaphors and idioms, without using words. Thoughts work on different levels...

/* Drags */

Words are a layer of deception used to confuse the thoughts of mankind...

/* Realization dawns. Glass of Tea empty. Orders one more. */

A better superior, all-effective, exceeding capacities of the predecessor... A new non-racist form of thought transfer, a tandem of simultaneity... The best way of doing so might be to use a language of 3D constructs, and each construct can resemble a pattern. And the shape of the construct must vary depending on the line of thought, the idea, the logic and the underlying purpose.

/* Sensation of a distant voice calling out my name. */

Enter Girlfriend - "HIEEEEEEEE!!!"

/* Thought process interrupted and disoriented. Thoroughly. */

Art Critic Kathe...

Read about somebody else's review of "Rang De Basanti"... Not sure bout the gender though, but he/she calls him/herself an art-critic... Go read... And see a TRUE CRITIC'S reaction... Balls to him/her.

Step 1 : Read Dumbfuck's Post.

Step 1 : Read Nonedone's Posts... "Artistic Cowardice" and "Spare me the bullshit."

Step 1 : Read below lines. These are my comments :-

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@Akshaya, Abhishek : If you walked away from the theater sensing some resemblence to real life, you'll see the worth of the movie... If you didn't, then sadly, you've not seen life. You've been too protected. (rich spoilt v=brats perhaps). Art has always been about portrayal of reality. Your definition of art seems too skewed. You oughta go live out life on your own and not just say some words lambasting something you don't see from the common man's perspective.

@Abhishek : You seem too self-righteous. I'll agree with you to keep your heart.

@Nonedone : Totally agree with you dude...

@Akshaya : I'm sure you don't welcome such comments, so I won't come back. As far as your review is concerned, well... It can Kiss My Ass...

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And yes, if my comment doesn't conform to your standards, you can feel free to delete it...

I'm gonna link to your post on my blog, and let people have a look at your self-righteous view... A few "Art Critics" check my blog anyways...

LMAO!!

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PS : Damn you Nonedone, I've gotten addicted to the word "Dumbfuck" now... Hehehe... ;-)

Another PS : All steps are labelled no. 1 because they are equally important to understand the topic of discussion.

PS, Yet Again : This female is not fit to be an Art-Critic let alone deserve the noble position of a fart critic... Which of course, I am... Heh.

Crappiram's Mixture - Volume 2

Stained glass
broke
Life declutched
I became
free
in two moments
Fields of wheat
focused
I touched green grass
I smiled
E=mc2
I flew.
And I live again.

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A fifth ace in the pack. Mutable.
The jokes, they waited for a suitable time to transform.
Biding their time.
The hidden ones are among us.
Everywhere...

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EDIT : THE FRENCH LINES BELOW ARE NOT MY CREATION... THEY WERE WRITTEN BY BIG BOSS'S FRIEND, NAME UNKNOWN...

La vie est une rose dont chaque pétale est une illusion et shaque épigne une réalite...

Pourquoi faire simple quand on peut faire compliqué.

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Ciploxed ravage
Mildly savage
Ravishing figurine,
A pons asifera,
Vitrified

You pollute my lush green skies
I live out my acrid life
My descendents, genetically mutated
No clear vision...
How much must one man do...?

A decay of purity
A clenched victory
But for who?
What then is the root to my equation?
Where then is my god?

War Of Poems

13.01.2006 22:42 Hrs, Arcane Crapper wrote :

A lie is nothing but a relative truth,
A lost light, a nightmare's fruit...
Crystallized pain, a fearful soul mute,
For if there's no lie, where then is the truth?

If lies haunt, reality kills.
A mind frozen in time,
Experiencing forbidden thrills...
And people call it... Crime!

Drape over me, a serenity unbridled...
A dream unbroken...
Some Memories unforgotten...
A life unpolarized, regained...

Bring me back my childhood long gone...
Take away my wrinkles of wisdom...
Erase my pains forlorn...
Show me my blue starred heaven, my eternal fiefdom...



14.01.2006 11:47 Hrs, Nishrin wrote :

Wrapped up in distorted sayings,
Tell mé what the trouble brings.
A mundane laugh, among the mundane blues.
Alter my senses.. Give mé my muse.



14.01.2006 11:48 Hrs, Arcane Crapper wrote :

I walk along the muddy road
See the fields of wheat
And mountains blue behind
Subliminally connecting...

I reach out, I touch the sky
I smile an everlasting smile...



14.01.2006 11:53 Hrs, Nishrin wrote :

It turns to dust.. Deep crimson ash..
Still burning within itself.
My reach hides,
My grasp subsides
I stand there, lost, failed.
I was crying in the rain.. And it hailed.



14.01.2006 12:06 Hrs, Arcane Crapper wrote :

Once, I too cried in the rain...
Once, I asked him to take away my pain...
Now, I see the dawn...
Now, I know that we are just pawns...

The blood-red eyes dissolve
A purity, a hope evolves...
And you despair the darkness
Then you see it shattered,
by misty wisps of morningness.



14.01.2006 12:09 Hrs, Nishrin wrote :

The morning too seems grey.
Soup mé a cup of tea..
Tell mé all you have to say.



14.01.2006 12:13 Hrs, Arcane Crapper wrote :

I saw a receding pain
I saw it come again...
Then I was just a child
So innocent, so blind...

I still am a child
Sometimes innocent, sometimes blind...
The child has long since died
Some pains, forever must be mine...

Crappiram's Mixture - Volume 1Something like Haldiram's Mixture, I guess

***Me, Friend 1 (Guy) and Friend 2 (Girl) at Friend 2's place***

ME : ***Says something stupid***

F2 : PODA!!! ***Pronounced Paw-da, with an elongated Paw as best described by Pooaaah-da***

F1 : Hey! What's that? I've heard of i-Pod but what's Poda? Is it a new mp3 player or something?

***Laughter accompanies the statement, followed by clutched stomachs***


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I was riding my bike to college. I see this bird (musta been a hawk or a kite) flying twelve feet high. And it just dropped. I thought it died. I swerve to avoid running the bird over. But then, it somersaulted just as it touched the ground pressed it's claws on the ground, rebounded in a spring-like fashion and once again took flight, leaving me wide-mouthed. In awe.

DAMN!! Trillions of atoms reacting as a single entity to provide a breathtaking view of such a fluid inspirational motion. Awesome!

PS : Maybe our politicians should start appreciating such things. Maadarchods.


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If you're a Mathematics Student, you woulda heard of Green's Theorem...

The Closed Path Integral of a Curve is equal to the Area Integral of the Surface bounded by the Curve.

Here's my version of Green's theorem...

The Closed Path Integral of the Curve bounding a Bra is equal to the Area Integral of the Surface of the Bra bounded by the Curve.

And it works only for Green Bras... That's why it's called Green's Theorem.

Now I wonder which Coordinate system to use for describing Bras and what they errr... support. Spherical polar coordinates?

I wonder if we can use Integration to find the exact volume of a girl's ass... Once that is established, we guys will not have any bitter quarrels over whose ass is bigger. Period. One way of doing it is to integrate, between limits 0 to Pi, a hyperbolic surface. On rotation, it gives the desired volume...

Who the hell said Mathematics was dull?

A Year Ago, A Blog Was Born...

81 posts. 1 year.

Greatest and most perverse thoughts. So much self-realization and self-discovery... Many friends. New meanings and new goals, alongwith new frustrations and feelings of pointlessness. Redefined concept of existence. There's a long way to go.

***Blows out candle***

Happy Birthday baby... :-)

Quintessentially You...

Standing on broken dreams
Never losing sight

And sometimes it's hard to carry on a legacy, an indomitable force, an energy... that fades away into wisps of fine mist in a blinding flash.

And sometimes, we face that moment ourselves and we know for sure.

And at that point, we all stare at the sun setting over the horizon, scream out loud and wonder why...

Well, just spread your wings
We'll get higher and higher
Straight up we'll climb
We'll get higher and higher
Leave it all behind

A Queen of Snow mustn't freeze cold from within.

I'd rather see a face glowing orange-gold under the rays of the setting sun... A face that realizes that the sun sets only to rise again...

So baby dry your eyes,
Save all the tears you've cried
Ohh, that's what dreams are made of
Oh baby, we belong in a world
That must be strong
Ohh, that's what dreams are made of...

And all that is needed is a simple smile on your face...

And then I'll know, you will kick ass the same way as he...

After all, he lives in you.

Take care, A...

Aha!

Today, I was going on my bike... I saw a "No Overtaking" sign. I overtook an auto... MAGIC MAGIC!!! ***Stupid Grin*** Hehe...