ding!
11 July 2009
july seven
living makes the maximum sense when one gets to realize seven in all its seven-ness, that too in july.
seven as seven is, as has been, but never realized, with all its inherent beauty and mystery, a realization of seven in july.
seven it is, till eternity, seven it is since the beginning, with twenty nine.
endless seven, just before everything.
timeless seven.
seven as seven is, as has been, but never realized, with all its inherent beauty and mystery, a realization of seven in july.
seven it is, till eternity, seven it is since the beginning, with twenty nine.
endless seven, just before everything.
timeless seven.
07 July 2009
04 July 2009
Extremes
Nothing beats the joy of reading extremes in a sequence. Extremes, ideas.
1. The Doors of Perception
2. The Outsider
That was an accident.
Planned next should be,
3. The Selfish Gene
Ha ha ha... That should leave any mind in a state of brilliant conflict, confusion, chaos!
And may be...
4. The Mind's I
...after that!
Oh yes, Oh yes, bring it on!
1. The Doors of Perception
2. The Outsider
That was an accident.
Planned next should be,
3. The Selfish Gene
Ha ha ha... That should leave any mind in a state of brilliant conflict, confusion, chaos!
And may be...
4. The Mind's I
...after that!
Oh yes, Oh yes, bring it on!
Seven
From my balcony with nothing to do - I see, against the slightly moon-lit sky of tonight, the silhouette of a girl, must be living in that building, a little away from here.
She is on her terrace, talking on her cell-phone under the slightly moon-lit sky of tonight - golden brown in patches, purple clouds.
She walks round and round, on her terrace, in a state of trance, must be - the silhouette of her I can see from here, my balcony, only on a 2D plane.
As she walks, round and round, her head disappears, at the right hand edge of the silhouette of the terrace of her building - and she disappears, her head disappears on the right hand corner - then she must be walking around - and then her head re-appears on the left hand corner, always on the count of seven that I keep in my mind.
She must have done a thousand rounds now.
She is on her terrace, talking on her cell-phone under the slightly moon-lit sky of tonight - golden brown in patches, purple clouds.
She walks round and round, on her terrace, in a state of trance, must be - the silhouette of her I can see from here, my balcony, only on a 2D plane.
As she walks, round and round, her head disappears, at the right hand edge of the silhouette of the terrace of her building - and she disappears, her head disappears on the right hand corner - then she must be walking around - and then her head re-appears on the left hand corner, always on the count of seven that I keep in my mind.
She must have done a thousand rounds now.
28 June 2009
The Doors of Perception
The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell
Life changing, thought changing read - one of a kind book - a very short book, close to 120 pages, took almost 15 days to complete - page after page, chewing in mind the lines - line after line, line after line - realizing, understanding - aah! what a book what a book - one of the very few books that would be marked for re-reading, after a few years.
Brave new world wasn't particularly impressive, but this, this... Huxley! Can feel his thirst for knowledge and experience in every single line written here.
Brilliance at its best.
Life changing, thought changing read - one of a kind book - a very short book, close to 120 pages, took almost 15 days to complete - page after page, chewing in mind the lines - line after line, line after line - realizing, understanding - aah! what a book what a book - one of the very few books that would be marked for re-reading, after a few years.
Brave new world wasn't particularly impressive, but this, this... Huxley! Can feel his thirst for knowledge and experience in every single line written here.
Brilliance at its best.
27 June 2009
T.S
do I dare
disturb the universe?*
or do they
or do you
dare
disturb the universe
or me or them?
* T.S Eliot - L.S.O.J.A.P
disturb the universe?*
or do they
or do you
dare
disturb the universe
or me or them?
* T.S Eliot - L.S.O.J.A.P
The Sun
the sun this morning is welcome change to the sky out of and away from the darkness of last night... oh yes, the beginning. oh yes, the beginning of the ends...
20 June 2009
GS & GS
Gertrude Stein
Giraffe Skin
Almost the same -
To see, to perceive and
To interpret
Patterns, repeating
Some meaning, mysterious
Yellow and brown
Giraffe Skin
Almost the same -
To see, to perceive and
To interpret
Patterns, repeating
Some meaning, mysterious
Yellow and brown
28 May 2009
dip
yet another new moon day, yet another lesson learnt, yet another day lived
boundaries of cognizance pushed, another version of God, just another...
boundaries of cognizance pushed, another version of God, just another...
buzz
At times late in the night, the hum of the air conditioner inside a speeding car on highway 5 is the most intolerable thing that can buzz inside your head.
Buzz, it buzzes on against your own will and wish and continues even when you fall asleep making its comfortable way through your dreams.
But then in your dreams you do not realize if it is the hum of the air conditioner or if it is the echo of your own sighs or your heavy breaths.
Buzz, it buzzes on against your own will and wish and continues even when you fall asleep making its comfortable way through your dreams.
But then in your dreams you do not realize if it is the hum of the air conditioner or if it is the echo of your own sighs or your heavy breaths.
Hands
The right hand reached out. To touch the left. The left hand reached out. To touch the right.
The night was true and real, in all its darkness.
After grappling through the heavy night air for one life time, they settled for the nearest branch of tree that they could reach, not much tears, much sweat but.
The night was true and real, in all its darkness.
After grappling through the heavy night air for one life time, they settled for the nearest branch of tree that they could reach, not much tears, much sweat but.
26 April 2009
cow
she did not like being called a cow. she was not a cow, oh no, no cow, no, but every bit human, a wonderful one at that.
but on some weird tuesday mornings she had the unmatchable ability to smell wonderfully differently. different spectrum of scented sensations, very like the one one would be subjected to while walking a beautiful, inhabited country side. flowers, breeze, rain, cows.
she was not comfortable at all, at all, when she was made to know of this fact - that on weird mornings such, that she smelt like rain. or clouds. or cows. no, liked that not.
she awaited that dream, that special dream when some one would walk into her dreams and tell her that to smell like rain or to smell like a cow, is not a bad thing. at all.
sun shone. the rains poured. she waited.
but on some weird tuesday mornings she had the unmatchable ability to smell wonderfully differently. different spectrum of scented sensations, very like the one one would be subjected to while walking a beautiful, inhabited country side. flowers, breeze, rain, cows.
she was not comfortable at all, at all, when she was made to know of this fact - that on weird mornings such, that she smelt like rain. or clouds. or cows. no, liked that not.
she awaited that dream, that special dream when some one would walk into her dreams and tell her that to smell like rain or to smell like a cow, is not a bad thing. at all.
sun shone. the rains poured. she waited.
dark glass eyes
it must be five years that they had known each other.
one late saturday evening while he was traveling in a bus, realization suddenly dawned oh him. he had never seen his eyes.
he always wore dark spectacles. always. when they spoke, when they spoke not, when they smiled at each other. it felt like the dark glasses were an inherent part of his face, naturally, as if he was born with them. nothing else would fill in that region of his face that were covered by the dark glasses better. the dark glasses were meant to be there, and nothing else.
five years. he was not even sure about the existence of eyes behind his dark glasses. now he thought about it, it felt as if it did not really matter. eyes or dark glasses.
some things fit into some faces. only some things fit only into some faces.
things that matter. things that matter not.
one late saturday evening while he was traveling in a bus, realization suddenly dawned oh him. he had never seen his eyes.
he always wore dark spectacles. always. when they spoke, when they spoke not, when they smiled at each other. it felt like the dark glasses were an inherent part of his face, naturally, as if he was born with them. nothing else would fill in that region of his face that were covered by the dark glasses better. the dark glasses were meant to be there, and nothing else.
five years. he was not even sure about the existence of eyes behind his dark glasses. now he thought about it, it felt as if it did not really matter. eyes or dark glasses.
some things fit into some faces. only some things fit only into some faces.
things that matter. things that matter not.
crimson
almost every one who lived in the village had gathered at the town hall to hear the king talk. to hear the king sing.
it was a bright day. a sunny day. eyes eagerly awaited the entry of the king. they started making guesses.
"the king will wear red today", "it is summer, it is time for blue", "he'll wear purple flowers" and so on.
children were told stories about the king when they waited. not just children, people who had not seen the king before, people who had seen the king before, were all equally interested in the stories about the king.
soon was heard the drum beat. the horns. the bells.
he came in. he was left handed.
it was a bright day. a sunny day. eyes eagerly awaited the entry of the king. they started making guesses.
"the king will wear red today", "it is summer, it is time for blue", "he'll wear purple flowers" and so on.
children were told stories about the king when they waited. not just children, people who had not seen the king before, people who had seen the king before, were all equally interested in the stories about the king.
soon was heard the drum beat. the horns. the bells.
he came in. he was left handed.
25 April 2009
Oven
Go away
This feels like inside an oven!
I said, "go away"
I said "this feels like inside an oven"
Go away go away
Saturday
Go away
Goodnight.
This feels like inside an oven!
I said, "go away"
I said "this feels like inside an oven"
Go away go away
Saturday
Go away
Goodnight.
nocturnal fishes
all them bats
went a-fishing
fishes, oh sleepless fishes
troubled fishes, nocturnal fishes
were caught - they
complained sleeplessness
never again.
went a-fishing
fishes, oh sleepless fishes
troubled fishes, nocturnal fishes
were caught - they
complained sleeplessness
never again.
16 April 2009
15 April 2009
patterns
things repeat
endlessly
around and around
over and over
again
all over again
reality
repeats itself
unrealistically -
wandering winter clouds
patterns,
repeating!
endlessly
around and around
over and over
again
all over again
reality
repeats itself
unrealistically -
wandering winter clouds
patterns,
repeating!
eyes
no matter when other
eyes are watching you
or not
in the darkness
you do see them eyes
behind closed
eyes
frozen frame of
eyes
vast, wide
infinite
enveloping darkness
all around
and behind closed
eyes - are
eyes
looking
at, through
you from here
till infinity
frozen
in all definite
probabilities
eyes are watching you
or not
in the darkness
you do see them eyes
behind closed
eyes
frozen frame of
eyes
vast, wide
infinite
enveloping darkness
all around
and behind closed
eyes - are
eyes
looking
at, through
you from here
till infinity
frozen
in all definite
probabilities
29 March 2009
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