Disclaimer

This is a nonsensical blog.
But the posts being nonsensical, are not intentional.
At all.

At least consciously, no, not intentional.

A

Aarthi, spelt A-A-R-T-H-I is the first name in all her friends' mobile contacts lists.

Children play with mobile phones at every friend's place.

She gets approximately 5-10 blank calls and 5-10 blank messages every month.

I asked her if she ever got irritated because of this. She said she found it amusing.

I said "Heh, nice!"

Turn, turn, turn

To ev'rything
Turn, turn, turn
There is a season
Turn, turn, turn
And a time for ev'ry purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

~The Byrds.

surprise

sunlight is fine. who would have thought otherwise? the world can only work the way one has understood it through life, through living. if there be changes, one is in for a surprise or a pleasant surprise, in the worst case. alternate universes and unknown science fiction lands are all twinkly and starry - where dreams reside, where one dwells in dreams, or the alternate reality. one learns a little more through living and then happen more mind, land and thought scapes unknown.

surprises continue to surprise one and all.

or else we

or else we

at times against our own wishes,
wear suits even on hot summer days
wear neck ties or bow ties, pointed shoes, shined black
waist belts with silver metal buckles
drink orange juice, eat bread, cheese, wipe the corners of our mouths
with folded triangular napkins
we open doors to let others through

or else we

wear new clothes, bright orange shirts
frayed denim, light blue and washed white vests
play shrill notes on our fifes
dance to marching army tunes with steps and moves learnt anew
acquire new experiences, write poems, read them aloud
sitting atop brown trees - from where sing song birds
or read pages of clear bright skies and interpret

or else we

sit and wish that we too
were a part of that elusive dream...

expected

very soon:

11. a change in the weather
12. another reason to say 'no way!'
13. another impossibility
14. more questions

etc.

face

the shadow of that tree
has shades of the face
of god

the shape of the eyes
one can be pretty sure -
this is how god'll look

on growing up

whty?

Google chat.
I typed "been busty".
Meant to type "been busy".
My sloppy fingers.

hahaha-ic moments followed.

birth

in a matter of not more than
12 minutes will be born - even
in the absence of paper
ink, and the quill
will be born poetry, beautiful poetry

from the sky, all of it
in its darkness, the shooting stars that
fill it till no end
and the flaming tree with fierce flames
dancing, jumping up and down
sacred poetry, scary

poetry

tbtt

can and does mean teabag thirty. or teabag 30.

ash to be

ash to be is just
as we are, as we have been
shapes of trees with mushroom th
oughts

roots grow upwards
become wings they do - and then
more clear it gets -
ash to be, but can still
fly!

Japanese

Murakami made me buy more Japanese.
Kobo Abe and Kawabata.

Big mistake.

left to right

duh, nobody writes like that! it's way too... hmm... absurd. cheesy. at the same time!

it's very wannabe. like that.

books

1. The brilliance of Aseem Kaul's Etudes. Like all good books, the last page of Etudes too, left me kind of sad.

2. And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks , very good! Jack Kerouac after all, so I'll read and love the book without a complaint anyway :)

form

tomorrows may be formless
yesterdays aren't

today till now feels like yesterday
and the rest of today

formless

white, gray, black

the beginning of it all, to think of it now, or well, when I try to think of now, feels like it happened inside a white room. high white walls, windows that filled the white room with glorious white light, immaculate whiteness that filled the formlessness that was the beginning or a while before the beginning or just when it was beginning to begin.

the end, when I try to see it, feels like it will end, the end of the ends, inside a dark black chamber, shutting me away from everything, when knowledge, experience and all of it will all fade away, while bright blackness would surround and fill.

the white beginning, the black end. and gray in between, just after the beginning till just before the end.

joy unlimited.

puddle

the puddle that held
the sun and moon for hours
is no more

Cow

Super fantabulous Ogden Nash's famous cow. Rewrite attempt.

The Cow

The cow is of the bovine ilk;
One end is moo, the udder, milk.

hope

a friend from past that you
longed to meet, and then,
on one purple day
the wish turns real -
in definite shades of disappointment

on the realization -
of effects of time
and disconnected lives,
on everyone all around
friend included

the unhappy end of a
long cherished wish

that is what hope must be like.

without you

let the candle flame
replace
a ray of sunshine
of its own choice

leave the doors shut
tightly from within

may the surrounding vacuum
hum traffic songs
'heaven is in your mind'

translate the hum -
letters, words, lines
and surprisingly encrypted passages

black ink, hand made paper

would surprise you after a while
and sound so alien,
when you try to interpret
those words - once again
for yourself

words you cannot recognize
or remember -
unbelievable, that they were born
from somewhere within you

without you

sleepy sleeplessness

silently and comfortably he decided to forget the sleeplessness.
and slept.
he dreamt more of sleepless wakeful life.

,

I reread everything I wrote and realize that I should be a little more careful with my use of, commas.

Pi

Pi has been the way of life
No not Tao, but Pi
Or a little more than that
22/7 - - - - 22x7
Twenty two by seven, this way or
That!

Omega, no, not necessarily -
Do we believe in God
When we say Omega
When eyes blinded, vision hazy
Pi is just 22 by 7, this way or
That!

grin

grin again. golden hair, candle flame. the upper lip. remember the picture. a mole. once again.

time, signatures.

beet

red, juicy. almost a turnip. sweet. chew and grin. dracula!

click pictures.

vanish

? where have all the good words gone
? where have all the good words
? where have all the good
? where have all the
? where have all
? where have
? where
?

to

blink

1. be or not to be
2. do or not to do
3. see or not to see
4. choose or not to choose

oh no,
been, done, seen, chosen!

blink

duh. one blink, not just one change. duh.

55, did I hear them say?

one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven twelve thirteen fourteen fifteen sixteen seventeen eighteen nineteen twenty twenty one twenty two twenty three twenty four twenty five twenty six twenty seven twenty eight twenty nine thirty thirty one thirty two thirty three thirty four thirty five thirty six thirty seven thirty eight

Autological. 'This'

Autological words! Oh the joy of learning!

This old post!

Self reference, never fails to amaze!

P.S. More he-he-ic, this! Thanks A.P! ;)